Henry VIII had built a court to end his marriage. Catherine refused to recognise it and appealed over his head to Rome. The Pope took the matter out of Henry's hands.
He had been her first love. He sentenced her to death. Then his wife claimed he had confessed they were never truly married, because Anne had been his all along.
He lived for fifty-two days. In those fifty-two days he was the most important person in England. Everything that came after him was the consequence of his absence.
Henry VIII's solution was to give her son to her sister. She had been his mistress. Her husband died of the sweating sickness on the twenty-second of June 1528 and left her destitute with two small children, and that was what Henry was going to do about it.
She was expected to defend herself through her lawyers. Instead she walked past them, crossed the room, and knelt at her husband's feet. She spoke. When she finished she stood up and walked out. The crier called her name three times. She did not stop.
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.