My Lady Jane

Gifford Dudley was unfairly handsome:

He disliked giving bad news to royalty. In his line of business, sometimes it led to the stockades.

A few years later they’d spent an entire afternoon calling each other names, because Jane had read in a book that E∂ians often manifested into their animal forms when they were upset. They’d cursed at each other and slapped each other’s faces, and Jane had even gone so far as to throw a stone at Edward, which actually did rile him, but they had remained stubbornly human throughout the whole ordeal.
It’d been a great disappointment to them both.

Apparently famous Italian astrologers were big, fat liars.

, because she was never one to stick around to gloat, she’d promptly died