There’s something deep and dangerous in you Anne, those eyes of yours are like dark hooks for the soul.


“Poor Katherine Howard, she lies in the cold ground next to me, poor child, it was not her fault either. We were like two moths drawn to the flame, and burned.”
— Anne Boleyn’s ghost in the final episode of the Tudors (via catquack)

slippingintodarkness:

“She was the only pure thing in my life.”


Perhaps you could imagine a way to keep his interest more prolonged?