“Long conversations. Or short ones. Or none. I’ve learned an awful lot about you by watching how you act, what you do. You’re an attractive and clever woman, despite your claims to the contrary.” Roboute settled himself to better see her own eyes. Even out of his armor, it was a bit of a journey for his gaze to travel so far, but it was worth it. “I apologize for this, Miss Boleyn. I know I’d be more appealing as a far more normal man.”
❝ You are appealing in your OWN WAY, Roboute —-❞ she insisted. Dark eyes clashing against his own. He was a people observer; it was proven with the notes he stated of her behavior. ❝ Well, I congratulate you on understanding my behavior and features. But you don’t TRULY know why I’ve come to be the way I am, do you?❞
The size would certainly be a factor. Roboute wasn’t exactly physically compatible with most natural humans, so the thought rarely came to mind. In fact, Roboute could honestly say he’d never been attracted to someone purely on sexual terms. He’d never lusted for a womanly figure, or felt primal urges in his gut to propel him into her arms. And yet, as his eyes returned to Anne, he couldn’t deny an attraction there. She was cunning and clever. She was fair, in a waifish way. She was regal, composed, and kind. She was the sort of woman Roboute thought often would make a fine queen, but as the Primarchs were sterile, he couldn’t give her any offspring. “It doesn’t,” Roboute finally said, a slow smile crossing his face, “in fact, I’d be amenable to it. But I would like to know you better before I,” a chuckle let his lips, “’slam you all night long’, as you request.”
It was often difficult to make a woman like Anne to flush a bright red. The phrase escaping his own lips sounded ODD — perhaps it was simply because she couldn’t ever IMAGINE him uttering them. She felt her heart flutter slightly — another reaction she hardly ever felt. It had been a long time since she last felt this way about someone; whatever THIS was. ❝ How do you plan to do that?❞ she asked him. ❝ Long conversations, perhaps? ❞
❝ To save the lives of many, yes. I would —❞ Perhaps many would call it selfish and foolish for a woman like her to decide such a fate for a man. But he would be famously known as THEIR martyr; the one who sacrificed so that other’s could thrive. It was the cycle of life as they knew it. ❝ Tell me, would you rather lose an entire WORLD to a single person? If you would, so help me GOD, I will never speak to you again.❞
It took him a moment or two. He kicked himself for that. His brain should’ve been faster on the uptake. It was a process of elimination that narrowed his conclusion to it’s apex. A slow look of realization came over his face, and a hint of a smile crossed his lips. He looked rather embarrassed at missing it. “I apologize for being so forward, Miss Boleyn, but you just asked me to sleep with you, didn’t you?”
She was so F O R W A R D , so F O R G E T F U L that she was not back at home where saying such inappropriate things were normal —- perhaps their behaviors and customs rubbed off on her… But she D I D live a quarter of her life there, learning their traditions and such. With a soft sigh, a smile of embarrassment slid across her own dark features — ❝ I D I D — ❞ she admitted and clasped her hands together, low and in front of her. It was her way of retaining her poise and NOT to freak out of his final realization. How H U M A N it all was… ❝ If it bothers you, since we both DO vary in size and all. I understand. ❞ She was one with an open mind. But there were the many who did not have this quality.
“They’re traits becoming of a regent. I’m eager to see how you wield them.”
❝ You don’t mean that —- despite how capable you think I am of being at a position THAT HIGH, it’s a place that a person like me will NEVER be able to grasp.❞
“You’ll have to forgive me, Miss Boleyn, I’m unfamiliar with the euphemism.” Did she mean to go drinking? Marauding? There were a number of interests that could catch Roboute’s attention, but most of them involved processing large amounts of data instead of alcohol and chess. Still, he would hear her out.
With a sigh, her tongue met her lips as she licked at them – her lips were dry. ❝ IT MEANT NOTHING —❞ she said to him. Perhaps it was a mistake to say such a thing to him and Anne was pitifully GLAD that the flirtatious remark went over his head… Even though she DID admit that she lusted over him – what kind of a woman wouldn’t? ❝ But, you’re quite FINE for not knowing what I meant by it. Maybe it’s for the best.❞
Victoria had been walking through the halls of the palace with Dash by her side. She had wanted to avoid her mother at all costs, the woman was maddening at times and Vicotria had much more to worry about. She was barely paying attention to where she was walking when she collided with something solid. She let out a small gasp and backed away slightly. “I’m ever so sorry, I should have been paying more attention.” Victoria said scooping Dash into her arms. She blushed and looked at the other woman her face becoming more hot thanks to the blushing and the slight shame of not paying attention.
Perhaps it was her latest suitor to blame for her tardiness. Thomas Boleyn had requested for his daughter’s presence that evening. He wished to discuss certain topics that weren’t at all clear enough for Anne to understand. But she knew that it was of upmost importance. She was busy fixing her hair, thus it had been the reason why she had her eyes glanced downward instead of in front. Presentable — she was required to look this way if she were to be in front of her father. So when she felt herself CRASH into someone else (an inanimate object wouldn’t have apologized otherwise), her hard work on her hair fell apart. ❝ Perhaps I should’ve paid attention as well. If I did, my hair would look nicer than it is —❞ she said to the other individual. ❝ We’re both in trouble for bumping into people we don’t know.❞
❝ I ——–❞ she trailed off, upon REALIZING that he didn’t acknowledge the lamest pick up line that she threw at him. How embarrassing it was… To build up the courage and merely fling something highly inappropriate toward the Primarch and be shot down by taking the flirtatious remark a different way. ❝ Well, you’re quite right about that. But I was suggesting a DIFFERENT type of slamming –❞
Merely, she gave him a look of surprise. ❝ Well, I had N O IDEA that you viewed me in that way ——-❞ With a brow cocked and arms crossed over one another, she continued — ❝ Most P E O P L E find me to be a nuisance. ❞
“There were only ever twenty such beings endowed with that title.” First, they were demigods, eternal and unimpeachable. But time and treachery had whittled away his count of siblings. “A pleasure, Miss Boleyn.”
❝ Hence, the AWE many would have for it —❞ she walked the room, taking in the intricate details it held. ❝ Perhaps you should EASE my curiosity as to W H Y you brought me here in the first place? ❞
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CHARACTERIZATION:
001: I currently portray Anne based on minimal factual knowledge and records with some show influence. I write as I imagine her to be and not as the vixen most visualize her as. You may dislike Anne or you might like her and my portrayal included in this mix. But please keep your opinion to yourself or if you must, come speak to me in private about it, donβt send in anons.
I will not play/write Anne right to the very core of her soul.
002: There will be triggers of blood, minimal swearing, smut and other things. All will be tagged. The mun and Anne are of age.
003: Though fatefully married to King Henry VIII, I am willing to move away from history if there be any type of romance to form. I dislike Anne's fate and believe that she had a better chance with someone else than the King.
Because I love chemistry between characters, I can get a little hyped when it comes to shipping. So if I spring on you the βHey, I ship _____ with Anne!β, donβt get so alarmed.
004: I do not interact with anyone who also portrays Anne.
BIOGRAPHY
Anne Boleyn was the second daughter of Sir Thomas Boleyn and Lady Elizabeth Howard. She was born in England, raised there until her early teens to serve as a Lady to Queen Margaret of Austria. Because the Queen took a liking to both her and her father, word spread of Anne's quick learning and grace. By the age of fifteen, the Boleyns made their way to France where Anne and her older sister, Mary, served as Lady's for the Queen and later her daughter. Here, it is unclear as to what Anne's life was like in the French Court. After several years of living in the French Court, the Boleyns returned to England on request of Charles Brandon, Duke of Sulfolk. Anne's father served as England's ambassador, therefore gave both his daughter the opportunity to serve as Queen Katherine of Aragon's Lady's. It was during this time that both Anne and Mary participated in a play to welcome the Spanish diplomats, in which Anne met the man who would be responsible for her death, King Henry VIII. From here, their romance sprouted with love letters and gifts, often being sent from the King himself. Anne often rejected them, for she didn't want his affection at all. In asking her if she would serve as his mistress, Anne denied Henry, only causing him to pursue her more. It isn't at all sure as to what finally caused Anne to fall in love with him, but the two then married in secret and conceived Elizabeth I. After several failed pregnancies after her dear Elizabeth was born, speculations against Anne began to stir at court. Convinced that his wife hadn't been a virgin when they were married and that she was responsible for witchcraft, Anne was sentenced to be beheaded, the same day that Henry and Jane Seymore were set to be wedded.
There aren't any potraits of the Queen Anne. Only descriptions and paintings of what she could have looked like, after her passing. From what most described her as, Anne had olive toned skin with dark hair and brown eyes. She wasn't at all remotely close to the "English Roses" that existed in England and on Court at the time. She was petite, standing at perhaps five foot three and had been quite slender. Most say that she wasn't at all beautiful but rather very average looking.
Anne Boleyn had been described as an intelligent woman full of wit and charm. She wasn't like most wmen, which many can conclude as to why Henry had fallen in love with Anne in the first place. She was very opininated and quite blunt, therefore didn't refrain herself from speaking her mind. Anne was playful, flirtatious and often drew men in, specifically, Sir Thomas Wyatt and King Henry VIII.
