It wasn't strictly a siege. Or anyways who could be bothered with putting up any sort of resistance against it, had there been one.

The surrender was offered, never exacted, with mercenary smilies committing the highest of treasons.

Fast-forward to NOW: when my phone's switched to silent and I carry on pretending to no longer be waiting on it.


any...     
        minute...     
          now...     

                   ... or now.

                                         How about now. NO?
                                                       Coz now's still good.

And this is what happens after too many Tudor episodes. Damn you, Ann Boylen and your self-undoing corsets!