November 13, 1535
I'm pregnant, but Henry is falling for Jane Seymour. I can tell, he keeps lying to me and says he loves me, but his affection for /me/ is getting weaker and weaker. Every time he sees her, he gets happy, but then when he's with me, he seems like he's bored, or distracted. If this baby is not a boy, he'll surely get rid of me and marry Jane Seymour.
Praying to live,
Anne Boleyn
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