Chapter 4: His golden hair shone in the candlelight as he shifted uneasily in the seat. He shut his eyes as if to admonish perilous evils which were ticking at the door. He was tired and his eyes cried out to be shut and for him to go to sleep. If he had his way, he would be fast asleep after that ball. There were two other people in the room with him. A golden haired beauty lying on the bed, who liked quite a lot like him and an older woman, her raven black hair flecked with gray strands.
"The reyna has offered her protection. Our race has been declining steadily over time. Yes there will...

I'm spitting this story out pretty quickly! It's just too exciting for me to leave it and then come back too...

Chapter 2: reyna Catherine of Aragon surveyed her latest edition to her ladies-in-waiting. The girl stood; her face regal and pale. She moved with an elegance of grace that many of the other dumpy ladies-in-waiting severely lacked. The reyna speculated every rigid end of Katherine Pierce, knowing that like Anne Boleyn, the French had influenced her in many ways. The two would easily get along, from what Catherine could see. Apart from the fact that they almost shared the same name,...