I am Catherine Tudor, and I do not bow to any man save the king himself," I declared firmly, fixing my gaze upon Thomas Seymour. His words seemed to flow thoughtlessly, drawing a weary sigh from Edward, Mary's husband.
"Please forgive my brother. I am certain your grace will find better company in my sister Jane and younger brother Henry. They are more suited to your tastes," Edward interjected, attempting to smooth over the situation. I inclined my head and turned my attention to my maid of honor, Jane, who curtsied gracefully, and her brother, Henry, who offered a respectful bow. Both fair-haired with pale blue eyes presented a pleasing sight. Henry Seymour stood tall and exuded a gentle demeanor, matching the grace of his sister, Jane.
Later that day, as I was engrossed in reading a book, my father entered my chamber. I quickly greeted my beloved parent.
"Ah, my Rose," spoke Father as he walked next to me. As I looked up at my father, he looked somewhat somber as he spoke to me, but I did not know why.
"Your betrothed, the prince of France, passed away last month," spoke Henry somberly. I felt my head lower as I sighed softly at the thought. Another future marriage gone, it left me saddened. But I looked up at my father.
"It is okay, papa. I know you are going to find me a good marriage," I spoke softly as Father smiled at me softly and pulled me into a hug.
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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?
