Angel has been abused since her mother died until she ran away before her dad could trade her for a son. But the abuse didn't stop. After she was paced in a foster home with a guy named Henry Manox, she was hurt constantly. Until the most wonderful...
"This is my daughter's bunny." I say. Everyone gasps. I know it's her because I made her in the sewing class I had while I was pregnant. While everyone else was doing embroidery, I made the bunny for "my new sibling". I had 11 siblings at the time—full and half through my mother—and I was the second to youngest, so it was believable. My initials are stitched on her ear. And there's a message I wrote in a key opened locket tied on her other ear. A key that I had a copy of. I open it and read it.
My precious child,
I don't know what's going to happen, but I will do anything it takes to keep us together. If that means no one can know who you are to me, even you, I'm sorry, but so be it. I can't lose you. I already love you so much and I'm gonna love you even more when you're here,
Mummy.
I give it to her just before she screams.
2 minutes earlier
Angie's POV
I wake up and look around. I can't find anyone.
"Lizzie? Mary? Edward? Henry? Kitty? Wolfie? Magic? Roxie?" I call. But it sounds a lot like babbling. "Maggie?! Bessie?! Joanne?! Maria?!" More of the same. I try to get up and look for them, but I can't move.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm taking you to her. I'm taking you to your mum." A lady dressed in a 16th century dress says as she approaches me.
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'My... mum?' I think. She picked me up as she finishes talking and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I screamed trying desperately to get out of her grip. I was a baby again. I couldn't be more then 3.
"I know. I know, child, I'm upset about this too. But there's nothing we can do for her." She says. I caught a word of two guards talking. Something about an execution of someone named Lady K. Howard happening the next day.
'Wait a minute, Lady K. Howard is Katheryn Howard. And she died on the 13th of February in 1542. Which means this women must be Jane Rochford, her lady in waiting! Katheryn and Jane are dying tomorrow!' I think. She stops to look at me.
"I know you and I never exactly got along, but I'm doing this for Katheryn. She needed to see you one last time. Which is why I requested to get you to see her." Jane says.
'That was kind of sweet. She used her last request to help Kitty. But Kitty wouldn't even be in this situation if Jane didn't arrange her meetings with Thomas.' I think. I could never believe how many people betrayed Katheryn. Joan Bulmer, Katherine Tylney, Alice Wilkes, Mary Lassells of Rochford, all of which were under the care of the Dowager Duchess with her. We ride to the Tower of London. I feel like shivering. I absolutely hate this place.
