Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Historical Fiction

Queen Anne's Revenge


Crickets chirping and when they stop you know. Hot and beyond humid but this was home. Between here and the Old World they say; born into a royal court can only end a few ways. Thanks to God history says, I was miscarried. I can never forgive Jonathan nor Arthur. 

"Adelide Boleyne!" A voice hisses in the dark.

"Oh you carried this blood and you run. Well my father was full. He begged to save my mother; but it will be Lizzy." I  taunted my victim, grandfather.

"There is so much more in the Boleyn ways."  The pathetic creature he had become; I curled my lip.

"Strength in familie always grandfather. Familie is power and you are denied yours! This is for Mummy and George!" I struck his head clean from his shoulders.

The ironic thing, I used the same sword that beheaded my mother. I felt nothing but justice had been served. I gave local coin to several Creole of the area.

"Please feed your alligators well and destroy that sword." As I spoke my eyes swirled silver.

"Never seen your kind trapped in flesh!" an older Creole spoke.

"I suggest you pretend we never met." I  spoke putting up my hood.

Soon crickets chirping and several old Creole did as the flesh bound Cherra asked. The question they asked themselves, how in the 7 hells did Cherra get trapped in flesh?