Henry looks in the mirror and scowls. The embroidered silk tunic fitted last time he married. He calls for the tailor.
His first marriage ended after a protracted divorce. His second marriage ended quickly, if rather messily. This third marriage will be his last. These wedding feasts are ruining his figure and costing him a fortune in clothes.
Unfortunately, it isn’t the last.
Henry grunts and yells for the tailor. At this rate, he will end up wearing the damn marquee.
Wedding feasts and wives – Catherine Parr is his sixth wife – will surely be the death of him.
