Catherine Of Aragon was going through Menopause and Anne was worming her way into the king's heart. Then enter Katarina, a girl born in 2000 and is 17 years of age. She was sent back in time as a wealthy Lady. She intrigued the king, can she hold hi...
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The large doors opened causing all in attendance to stand and look at the brunette in awe, this woman made the King of England fall in love with her. But she was beautiful. Katarina began to walk into the church, all eyes on her but she only concentrated on Henry, all she saw was her beloved Henry Tudor waiting at the alter for her. His eyes bright with love and happiness. She smiled brightly at him, this was the start of something. Something that would either last forever or break down into pieces. Nobody had ever seen the King this happy before and they knew they would only see him this happy around his beloved.
She made it to the end of the church with a bright excited smile. Her cheeks hurt from the smile on her face yet nothing could wipe it off. "Whom is giving the bride?" The old man in head of the church spoke. He meant who owned Katarina basically.
"I sir." Lord Lahey spoke, his face bright with happiness. Standing next to his daughter as she was about to marry into the royal family. It was a proud moment for the family.
Henry smiled, this women was his. His wife, his love.
The celebrations ran throughout the kingdom as everyone cheered for the king and his new Queen. Katarina was overwhelmed at the cheering people that stood around her the response to her and Henry's marriage was not what she had anticipated. They hated Anne Boleyn. Would they begin to hate her too? Would she lose Henry's love if she did not produce a male heir?
Henry hadn't mention children, he didn't seem to care. But history, facts, say otherwise. What about his daughter Mary? She is only young and her father is marriaging another woman. Her mother sent away- far away. What would Mary think of her father marrying another... whore. Thats what Katarina would be in the eyes of Mary and her mother. "All stand, for Catherine, the dowger Princess of Wales." The announcer spoke, the court began to ring with talk as everyone- bar the king and his wife- stood. The gorgeous Catherine Of Aragon stood in the large doorway, Katarina noticed the staring look on Henry's face and mistook it for lust. Katarina's eyes littered with tears, but she stood- drawing all eyes to her and walked over to Catherine. She dipped into a low bow. "Your Highness." Katarina said. Catherine noticed the tears in her eyes, and bowed to the girl as well.
"May we speak?" Catherine asked. Giving the young girl a small smile. The girl was not tall, she'd always been short standing at 5'5 so Catherine towered over her.
"Of Course, Mi lady." Katarina spoke with confidence, nobody could hear the sadness in her voice apart from Catherine.
