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Henry was weak. He lusted for power that he already had. Any pretty thing in his line of sight. A legitimate male heir. Catherine dreaded to think how many bastards he had sired.
But he had been bewitched before. He was by Anne. Catherine could see it. It would not be long until he found a way to rid himself of her and install Anne as his queen.
Anne would give him no sons, for while she had not been tainted by the touch of a man she had been by Catherine. God would have seen all even if Henry had not.