480 years ago today, a queen of England, the most happy, was executed. I can’t explain why, but the story of Anne Boleyn has fascinated me since elementary school. I read my first book about Tudor England around the fifth grade (let’s date myself and put that in 1998) and haven’t stopped. I own basically every biography on Anne Boleyn (even the bad ones) and continue to pour over details of her life. Back in high school, I visited the Tower of London on May 18th and stood at the location of the scaffold where Anne and the five men accused with her met their ends. The history of Henry’s passion for Anne, their three seemingly normal years of marriage, and the whirlwind month of her downfall baffle myself and many fellow armchair historians centuries later.