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...
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Anne's perspective "Henry, when will Émilie and the children finally be here? It feels like they should've arrived by now, it's been almost two days." I inquired as I entwined my fingers with Henry's. We currently sat on our thrones at Hampton Court, awaiting Émilie and her children's arrival.
"They'll be here soon, Sweetheart." He assured me, kissing my knuckles. "I sent Charles to receive them this morning and they should be arriving by noon."
"Good, let's hope they haven't changed their minds and headed back to Greece," I chuckled. Suddenly, a whirlwind of emotions clouded my mind, flooding me with nostalgic memories of joy and laughter.
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September 18th 1510 Hever Castle England
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"Émmie, come on, you need to see this!" Anne, 9 years old then, rushed through the gardens of her Family Residence, Hever Castle. Eagerness in her eyes as she ran forth into the maze.
"Annie, Wait up! You know I can't run as fast as you." Émilie, then 7, going on 8 ran after her friend, her skirts hiked up as much as her palms would let her hold. A collage of oranges, yellows and reds swirled by as they ran through the maze in the calm, autumn aura.
They only stopped once they reached the large oak tree amid the lavish lands of Hever. The faint falling autumn leaves glide through the river of wind as both girls flop onto the soft patch of grass below, laughing like a pair of hysterical hyenas.
"So, what did you want to show me, Annie? What was so important you needed to drag me out into the gardens for?"
Anne glanced at her best friend, love in her eyes as she stared straight into the irises of bright green. "Look up, Émmie. Tell me what you see."
