Anne de Shiteleu flipped her hair erotically, and then batted her eyelashes erotically. Henry leaned back in bed and breathed fatly, rivulets of sweat running down his forehead.

"I've never met a woman like you, Anne de Shiteleu," huffed King Henry. "You are England's most amazing escort. Perhaps my prayers for a male heir will finally be answered..."

Anne de Shiteleu got up and lifted an eyebrow archly, one corner of her mouth turning up in a nymph-ish smile. She wore a dress made out of material. The room had furniture and chairs in it. The chairs had legs.

"A poem, my lord, to commemorate this moment?"

"Ah, poetry..." said Henry. "It's like words to my ears." He lifted a glass. "Speak on."

Anne cast her eyes to the ceiling and slowly lifted her arms, like a noble bird spreading its wing and taking flight into a word of fanciful poetry.

Rose are red
Violets are blue
This post-coital poem
Was written for you

I am like a Greek goddess
That makes my sex more epic
The other ladies are haters
And they're just jealous I'm a whore

I stopped trying to make this
Work as a poem because I got bored after
Like two seconds but I think you get the
Jizz i mean gist of it

Henry sat up and clapped in bed.

"Very good, Anne, very good!" He curled a finger under his chin. "But what doth 'epic' mean?"

She smiled demurely and said: "It means big. Bold." She drew closer. "Vast, expansive." She crawled onto the bed towards him. "Like the oceans or the skies. Or a big tree." She put her face inches from his. "Like our love."

"Hmm, if you say so." He checked his watch. It was be a bad husband and execute your wife o'clock. The only thing he was capable of loving was himself. King henry is bad.

Anne de Shiteleu got off the bed with a rustle of her skirts. She looked over her shoulder. "Excuse me while I powder my nose?"

"Of course, of course. Poor woman," he murmured to himself when she was gone. "She doesn't even realize her nose has fallen off from syphilis."

Meanwhile, in the hall outside, Anne de Shiteleu laughed to herself.

"Ahahaha!" she cackled. "Now I will have a male heir! Now he will execute his wife to marry me!"

But Mary was hiding in a suit a suit of armor and overheard Anne. What will happen next? READ THE NEXT CHAPTER TO FIND OUT!