Everyone knows the story of Henry VIII and his first wife: Catherine of Aragon! But...what if he secretly loved another after they wedded on June 11th 1509?
Émilie Mallory Spinner, eldest daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Birmingham, her mother di...
(Warning: Mention of physical abuse, false rumours, attempted assault and foul language.)
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December 16th 1535 The Winter Palace Russia
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The memories were faint but clear as day. Savanna still heard them rowing as if they were trying to rip each other's throats out. Her arrival only caused more anticipation between her Uncle and his Brother's widowed Wife.
"I still can't accept you executed my Husband! Your. Own. Brother! Prime, how can you value their little brat when he and I have children of pure Russian blood?!" Hordak's widow, Lady Nastaya screamed, her tone filled with resentment and bitterness towards her Husband's b@stard daughter, Savanna herself.
"Please, enlighten me." Prime opposed, his posture slender but firm while dismissing her remarks. "She's just a mere child, Nastaya. She may be half-Russian, but she is my niece regardless of your protests."
"Oh! I bet it's that wh*re's doing! She somehow contorted your mind into executing the only member left of your family! First your parents, then Svetlana, now Hordak?!" Nastaya was nearly in tears as she listed those close now so far away. "Whatever happened to 'Family comes first.' Prime? Where did that go?!"
"Savanna IS Family, Nastaya!" Prime hissed, stunning the aghast Russian woman. "I requested you to treat her with RESPECT since she docked, and with 9 days to go until Christmas, I find out this is the respect you offer her?!"
"She's an affair child! A mere reminder of my Husband's betrayal and affair with that wench, her Mother! Pff! I'm surprised Angella hasn't considered divorcing her al-"
"Yet you two were in an open marriage since Mila was born and continued that way up until his death. Yet you agreed to allow each other to be intimate with others and take them into your bed."
"Yet we agreed if I got pregnant or Hordak got his Mistress pregnant, we'd cut them off! I simply didn't expect you to keep in touch with this little brat and her Mother! Not to mention she'd be coming here once a Christmas!"
Savanna slid her back against a marble white pillar, listening to the two fight like venomous vipers in a catfight. Her eyes stung red and puffy while she sat and silently took in all the insults her Father's Wife threw at her. She felt like she was in prison, lingering in the dark with a longing to see the light again.
In her case, her light was her Mama's arms.
"Heh! Told you Mama doesn't want you here." Her half-sister, Mila snickered, seeing how Savanna was rocking herself back and forth as the shouting expanded. "No one does. I honestly don't get why Uncle wanted part of your worthless life."
