[ANNA OF CLEVES, spoken]
So, I guess you already know what happened next. How I came to England, hopeful, summoned after the king saw my portrait. And how I, with my meagre looks the way they are, didn't live up to his expectations. I mean, it's the usual story, isn't it? The savvy, educated, young princess deemed repulsive by a wheezing, wrinkled, ulcer-riddled man twenty-four years her senior. Rejection! Rejection from a king. I mean, how could anyone overcome a fate as devastating as being forced to—to move into a resplendent palace in Richmond, with more money than I could spend in a lifetime and not a single man around to tell me what to do with it!?

I mean, seriously, it's just... it's... tragic