I greeted my stepmother with a smile, addressing her as "my lady". Her once cold and dark eyes seemed to have softened, and she responded kindly. Seated in front of the roaring fire, wrapped in a warm fur shawl, I waited for her greeting before making my next move. My intention was to request additional gowns for my mother and sister before winter arrived. Although I had been restored to my rightful title as the Princess of England, I knew that I was still behind Anne's offspring. Nevertheless, I was content since I had regained my father's love.
"Come, Cate, sit," Anne beckoned, using my nickname. I smiled at her and made my way over carefully. I draped a slightly worn shawl around my shoulders and sat beside her. Although I desired to ask my father or Anne for a new wardrobe, I dared not do so. My priority was to ensure that my mother and older sister were well-dressed for the winter. Despite my mother's refusal to allow me to visit her and Mary ceasing to correspond with me, I still cared for them deeply. I would always strive to do right by them. As I thought about them, I sat gracefully beside Anne.
"I have learned that Lady Mary, your sister, has become increasingly reluctant to sign the oath," Anne spoke softly as she placed her hand on her pregnant belly. I let out a soft sigh before responding.
"My older sister holds strong views regarding our parents' marriage," I replied softly. Anne nodded her head slowly as we sat beside each other in her room's warm chamber.
YOU ARE READING
Catherine Tudor
Historical FictionIt is a story about the daughter of Katherine of Aragon and Henry the 8th, as a what-if story and how she would survive and live. Would she make the same decisions as her mother and sister, or would she sign the oath and live in her father's favor?
