Two Tudor Thieves

Cathrine Parr

After her first show Cathy sat in her dressing room, she was still in costume and her hair was done up. She smiled to herself, the show was a hit, and she had done what The Author had requested. She made something of her life.

    Cathy stood and walked outside, the producers of SIX had recused that she and the other queens stayed in costume for a photoshoot. She passed Kitty and Anne talking backstage and they exchanged a smile. Cathy was tired but excited, people would know her name after tonight.

    She crossed over to the stage door but someone standing near it caught her eye. They wore a dark purple crop top and jeans, and though the outfit differed from what Cathy had seen her wear before Cathy immediately recognized The Author.

    "Ms. Parr." The Author addressed her as she came nearer.

    "Hey." Cathy smiled, "You have a way of just popping up don't you?"

    "You could say that." The Author leaned against a wall, "Your show went well."

    "Yeah," Cathy looked The Author up and down, "I think the other queens really enjoyed themselves."

    "Queens, eh?" The Author laughed, "I thought I was the only one who called yall that."

    "We've all gotten more comfortable with the term."

    "I can see that."

    "And–" Cathy paused, releasing something for the first time, "What's your name?"

    "What do you mean?"

    "Your name, what is it?"

    "I've told you, it's The Auth–"

    "Your real name."

    The Author studied Cathy, "You know I can't tell you."

    "I know." Cathy sighed, "I'd like to address you by your name someday, though."

    "Maybe you can, but not today." the Author smiled, "Someday soon, maybe."

    There was silence for a while before Cathy spoke again, "Why did we come here?"

    "To my world?"

    "Yes."

    "Well, you were given a second chance. A chance to rewrite your story." The Author sighed, "The universe is big, it's vast and complicated, and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles. That's the theory. Nine hundred years worth of stories I've visited, never seen one yet," She paused, giving Cathy a small smile, "but this would do me."