She told her brother she would marry the old French king if he gave her one promise. He promised. She sailed. She kept her word. The question was whether he would keep his.
She died at the Château de Blois on 20 July 1524. Her frail body finally broken by the physical toll of delivering seven children in less than eight years. She was twenty-four years old.
On 8 July 1617, a cart rolled into the Place de Grève in Paris with a woman inside it. She had spent thirty years within reach of the French queen’s hand. The crowd was there to watch a witch die.
Mary Boleyn was born around 1499 or 1500, the eldest daughter of Thomas Boleyn and Elizabeth Howard, at the family estate of Blickling Hall in Norfolk, and history has spent five hundred years treating her as a footnote in her own sister's story.
She was betrothed at six. Married at fourteen. Pregnant at fifteen. Dead at twenty-four. In the nine years between her wedding and her death she was pregnant for the majority of them. Nobody asked her about any of it.
In June 1520 Henry VIII built a palace out of wood and canvas, filled a fountain with wine, and invited the King of France to watch him joust. It cost England nearly half the crown's annual revenue. The fountain ran dry. The cloth of gold was packed away and sold.