In Fiction
She appears in The Lady in the Tower by Jean Plaidy.
The character of Madge Sheldon, played by Laura Jane Laughlin in the Showtime series The Tudors is loosely inspired by the two sisters.
Mary Shelton appears in the series of books "The Lady Grace Mysteries" as a maid of honour to Queen Elizabeth I.
She is the main character in "At the Mercy of the Queen" by Anne Clinard Barnhill
Is called Margaret Shelton in Philippa Gregory's The Other Boleyn Girl as a mistress of King Henry VIII in the summer of 1524 when Mary Boleyn is away from court at Hever Castle with her and Henry's daughter, Catherine Carey, and is later a minor character at the end of the book from 1533-1536 when she comes to court as Madge Shelton (possibly a younger sister or cousin to Margaret) where the king has a brief affair with her through 1534-1535 before his affair with Jane Seymour. She tells Mary Boleyn that she had a fling with Henry Norris (a courtier who by some accounts actually married Madge in the mid-1530s before his execution for being a supposed lover of Anne Boleyn, along with various other men at court) and wanted desperately to kiss him, and was afraid for Mary because of all the suspicion against Anne Boleyn, Mary's younger sister and Madge's cousin. She asks Mary if she can leave court and go somewhere safe with her, but Mary explains that she has her husband, William Stafford, her son, Henry Carey, her daughter, Catherine Carey, who is in the Tower of London with Anne, and her younger daughter, also called Anne, to worry about. Mary tells Madge to go stay with the Dowager Duchess of Norfolk.
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“The purpose of a work of fiction is to appeal to the lingering after-effects in the reader’s mind as differing from, say, the purpose of oratory or philosophy which respectively leave people in a fighting or thoughtful mood.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896–1940)
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