[Rolling her eyee, Anne read the words as they appeared. Of course Mary would say such things. She had never accepted Anne which had not bothered her in the least but now that she knew Henry better (the man had been prepared to kill her after all) she wondered if Mary might feel differently. No, she'd prbably only be sorry that she couldn't be the one to wield the sword]
I'm aware that you don't trust me and call me what you will. It matters not to me. I know the truth. I am not the things your father accused me of. That is neither here nor there however. At the moment we seem to be trapped in a very strange place with no idea of how we arrived.