The French Ambassador reported that Anne of Cleves had collapsed in terror when the men arrived and told her that her marriage no longer existed. The men sent to inform her said she took the news without any change of expression. She knew exactly what had happened to the wives who had fought him.
Two illegitimate daughters and an ex-wife arrived at the abbey to do something that had never been done before: crown a woman who would rule in her own right.
She sent Anne Boleyn a monkey. She sent Jane Seymour quails. She housed Anne of Cleves for a fortnight. She put her own daughter in the path of the king. None of it was kindness. All of it was survival. For seven years it worked. Then it didn't.
She refused to leave. So he had her dragged out by the arms. She spent a decade writing letters that nobody acted on. Then the moment came, and she told them everything.
Catherine Parr was already in love with another man when Henry VIII decided he wanted her. She said yes anyway. It was the only way either of them was getting out of it alive.
He had spent ten years deciding who went to the Tower. On the tenth of June 1540 he found out what it felt like from the other side. He already knew exactly what it meant.
She was the last of them. Every other child Henry VIII had wanted, made, or broken was dead before she took the throne. She had survived them all by learning, very young, that need was the thing that killed you.