Cathrine Parr

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Cathy sat in the pub at a table with the other queens, they were waiting for the person to appear. Cathy knew very well that they would be here, it was impossible for them not to be. So she started a normal conversation with the other queens, which mainly consisted of Cath and Anne yelling at each other.

    Cathy wasn't paying any attention, she was watching the door. And sure enough, a cloaked figure entered. The other women noticed but continued talking, Cathy looked at Kitty and nodded, the young waitress stood and walked over to where the person had seated themself.

    "Hello," Kitty's voice was bubbly, "Can I get you a pint?"

    "No thank you." The person declined and Kitty struck up a casual conversation.

During this Anne snuck up behind them, she reached for the book which was in the person's bag, but the second her hand closed around its spine the person turned and grabbed Anne's wrist.

    But instead of looking at Anne, they looked directly at Cathy, "Did you really think your little plan would work?"

They stood, still holding a stunned Anne by the wrist, and dragged her over to the table where the other queens were sitting.

    "But– but how?" Kitty followed, surprised that the person had noticed.

    "You girls really need to work on your skeems." The cloaked person laughed, "It was all too obvious what you were doing."

    Cathy stood, she locked eyes with Anna, who was now creeping up behind the person, "I know who you are." Cathy said, trying to sound confident.

    "I didnt think it would take you this long." Their cloak swirled around, moved by the open window and Anna took that moment to lunge for the figure's hood, pulling it down and revealing their face, "Oi!" The person spun around, with their face now revealed Cathy saw that they–she was younger than Cathy had thought.

    Anne looked confused, "Cathy do we have the right person?"

    "Who else could I be?" The girl scoffed, "Or has Mrs. Parr not told you the whole story yet?"

Cathy looked down and shuffled her feet, no, no she hadn't.

    "What do you mean?" Jane frowned.

    "So she hasn't!" The girl clasped her hands together, "That means I get to!" She smiled, obviously pleased, "I'm The Author."

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