Charles, Anne, Henry
Mason had to admit that a thrill shot through him at seeing Anne slap Charles across the face. He made his way over, death shining in his eyes. Which was a feat since he was a minion.
"Look, mate, I was willing to be cordial, but you fucked that up the minute you insulted my wife. I know what happened and why, but that doesn't fucking matter now since she's with me."
Mason lifted his chin a bit. "And let me fucking tell you something, I don't give a damn who the great Henry the VIII is, he was a fucking right royal bastard for how he treated any of his wives over a fucking son. Stay the fuck away from my wife and or I won't hesitate to reap your soul before your time and make you wish you were dead."
He pulled his fist back and shoved it into Charles' stomach before turning and heading off after Anne.