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...
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(That's what she's thought to have looked like)
Cathy's POV
I clutch Mae close.
"That just leaves me." I say.
Flashback
"Mary?" I ask. I get up to look for my daughter, but I'm stopped by an agonizing pain in well... all over. I nearly fell, but I clutch the end table and I look at myself in the mirror. I can't believe it! I'm almost an entire foot smaller than usual, among other things different about my body.
"Hello?" A women in yellow asks. She seems familiar, so I turn around.
"What's going on? Where's my daughter?" I bark. Four other women run in, all wearing a different color.
"Catherine, is that really you?" The women in yellow asks. "Oh my god, last time I saw you you were a baby." I look at her confused.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"Your godmother, mi ahijada." She says.
"Lina?" I ask. She smiles and nods. I hug her tight.
"Ahem." The one in red says. "Pardon me for interrupting, but maybe we should introduce ourselves." Everyone agrees.
"Okay, introductions." Lina says. "I'm Catherine of Aragon or Catalina de Aragón, the first wife. Call me Aragon, or Lina if it's easier. I was divorced." Lina says.
"Anne Boleyn, the second and best queen! I was beheaded." Anne says. Catherine glares daggers at Anne. I know this is weird, but I kind of always wanted to meet Anne. Lizzie was always a very sweet and intelligent young woman, and she was always trying to learn about her mum. And Anne actually looked really, really cute.
"I'm Jane Seymour, the third. I died twelve days after my son Edward was born." Jane says.
"Ich bein, Anna of Cleves, the vierte, or fourth wife. I was also divorced, but I was divorced because of my looks." Anna says.
"My name's Katheryn Howard, but I'd rather be called Kit or Kitty. I was the fifth. Also beheaded... for my 'promiscuity' outside of wedlock." She says using air quotes. Anne immediately walks over and gives her a comforting squeeze. Anna too.
"I guess that leaves me." I say. "I'm Catherine Parr, the sixth queen. I go by Cathy or Cath. I outlived him to marry another dick, Thomas Seymour and to die six days after giving birth to my daughter, Mary a year and eight months later." Jane shoots me a sympathetic look. I feel something in my hand that wasn't there before. It's dry and light. I look down at a note.
Dear Catherine Parr, You've probably realized that you look different, well, we decided that it'll be best to give you all new bodies, names, and ages to avoid suspicious. Cathrine A will be Jarnéia Richard-Noel, and her legal age will 24. Anne Boylen will be Millie O'Connell (21). Jane will be Natalie Paris (also 24). Anna C's name will be Genesis Lynea (28). Katherine H will be Aimie Atkinson (31), You will be Maiya Quansah-Breed (also 21). Keep in mind these are only your legal ages. If you'd like to say you are still the age you died at, that's perfectly fine as long as you keep that with in the group of six and the others. In your bags, you will find some clues as to why you are here, along with one added treat. Good luck. Lily
"Queens look!" Kitty says. Sitting there are six color coded bags. Yellow for Catherine, green for Anne, grey for Jane, red for Anna, pink for Kitty, and blue for me. Inside are clues as to why we're here, details on where we will be living, and photos of our children. And Anna's favorite blood hound, Hans for her. I look at the picture of me with my daughter Mary Seymour with love. Anne is literally sobbing.
"She looks so grown up! I can't believe she did all of this! Henry once told me she'd rule empires one day. I knew he was right. I knew my Elizabeth would be better then any king of his! At least I can take comfort from the fact that my blood was well spent!" She sobs. I look at Elizabeth's picture.
Elizabeth Tudor — 'The Virgin Queen' or 'Good Queen Bess' (Protestant). Lead England through the Golden Age in honor of her parent's, especially her mum. Formed alliances with France, defeated the Spanish Armada, and maintained a rule of peace. One of England's most successful & beloved Monarchs.
I could see the famous Tudor red hair, and Anne's famous dark eyes. And there were Anne's famous initial pendants. And the Chequers' Ring.
"My boy! My poor chid!" Jane sobs. Kitty and Catherine are holding their mouths in shock. Cathrine's crying and I can assume why. If the pic has nicknames on it, I assume Mary's must be there. Sure enough it is.
Mary Tudor — 'Bloody Mary' (Catholic). Married to Phillip II of Spain. Returned England to the Vatican and gave up the title of 'Supreme Head of the Church'. Proved to be a courageous and politically accomplished leader. Redefined the contours of the English monarchy and proved that queens could rule as kings.
"Why would they call her that?" Cathrine asks crying.
"Trust me, you really don't want to know." I say. I watched over my three step children, but my Mary died young. All of a sudden, we heard banging on the door next to us. Anne decides to go towards it and opens the door. I hear someone gasp for air.
"Maggie?" Anne says.
"Annie?" I hear. I walk over to see the two women hugging. "I'm so, so sorry. I was forced to testify." Anne strokes her hair.
"I know. It's okay. I know you wouldn't betray me unless you were forced." Anne says.
"Anne, what's going— Maria?" Catherine says.
"Catherine?" Another women says. They hug.
"Joan?" Jane says.
"Jane?!" Another says. They hug.
"Bessie?" Anna says.
"Anna!" The last women says running to hug Anna. "I want you too meet my son." There stood Henry Fitzroy, the bastard son of the King.
"You're majesties." Our ex stepson says. He bows. Lina is not exactly pleased to see him, but ignores him to start searching for our children.
"We have to find them. They're somewhere in this building." Kitty says. She runs off and we all follow. We hear her scream. She's holding a picture of Henry with the kids. My Mary, Mary Tudor, Lizzie, baby Edward, and one girl that I didn't recognize that looked a lot like Kitty asleep on the armchair. There's a note on the back.
