I was born November 15, 1544, at the Royal Court of Scotland. My mother, Madeline O' Hera, is a simple noble woman. My father, James V of Scotland. I am the youngest of my father's illegitimate children, the second youngest to my half-sister Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots. He died in the war six days after Mary was born, and my mother died five years later of lung cancer. She suffered for a long time. It was a slow, painful death.
I stayed with two middle aged ladies in the countryside for a short time before Marie de Guise decided I would accompany Mary to the royal court of France, where she was engaged to the Daughin, they were to be married as soon as they were of age. I loved that castle. It was bright and filled with life, yet it can be the darkest place in the world at times. My life was good and happy. I had everything I would ever need in this world, my friends, my sister, and people who loved me as if I were their own child. I had my whole life figured out...or so I thought.
Catherine: Missing?
Guard: We were told she never made it to the Duke and Dutchesses's estate.
Henry: That's not possible, we had eight of the best armed guards surrounding her.
Guard: We found five of them, dead, their throats cut open. The other three are still missing.
Henry: I want every guard in and around this castle searching, gather as many volunteers as you can, and use blood hounds if you have to. I want every area within twelve miles, searched.
"They searched for weeks, months even... nothing. It was like I had vanished into thin air, "Leaving an entire nation to wonder what had happened to me." "Was I kidnapped?, "Did I run away?", "Will I ever be found?", "Am I even alive?"
