Eustace Chapuys was always one of my favorite people in Tudor history because it seemed like the guy was running his own Page 6-style gossip column at times.
“Well, Henry is apparently tired of Anne and has moved on to one of her friends. The friend ain’t so hot, but Anne is still mega-crazy with jealously.”
No, read his correspondence. This is stuff he would actually report
Then, as the years go by, you can tell even he has gotten bewildered by Henry’s increasingly strange antics and thinks the man has flipping lost it. (”Another wife!?”)