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I walked into the lively room wearing what I had been to put up with.
I walked over to where Henry was, in the his throne wearing his prized possession, his crown, I bowed for him, and he nodded his head. I stood up and took my seat next to him.
I looked at him with live, while he looked at the women around us with lust, "Henry, we should discuss somethi-" "Charles Brandon!" He yelled as he stood up, and as I scanned the bunch I saw, "Joan?"
Tears swelled up in my eyes at the sight of her, but she looked so confused, "No. I am Jenny Brandon, your grace." I stood up and walked towards her, "Did you know her your grace?" "No." I lied.
"I knew her as a lady only, and was surprised when I stopped seeing her." I lied more, I stared at her face, she was almost a carbon copy of her mother, though her dress showed her shoulders, it was lavender like mine.
She wore a replica of a crown in her head, her hair was out, and was gold.
"If you excuse me, I would like to dance for a while." I snapped out of my reality and nodded to her, I turned my back towards her and left to the council room.
A lady followed me, "Bring me Prince Arthur." I told her as I entered the room hastily. She obeyed me as I sat down and waited for him
