Catherine and Elizabeth rode home together enjoying the fresh air through the park. Flowers bloomed, people walked down the paths in rich gowns with their dogs; bees buzzed in an out of flowers and their horses swished away all flies. The girls would talk about things like what they were going to play and eat and books. Elizabeth told Catherine about the books Alice had given her. Fairytale books, the kinds with fairies, princesses, princes and animals, she would read them in her spare time or before bed.
When they got in Alice was cooking dinner while Henry was out with friends and had promised to be home half an hour a go. Alice was starting to panic but stopped to sent her step-daughter and her friend upstairs to play. The maid forced her to go into the living room and sit and read until the king was home. Where was he she thought? It should be home by now. Another 10 minutes past before Henry VIII came bursting through the door. Alice got up with a feeling of anger and relief. "Where were you? I have so been worried! Alice cried, "you're lucky your dinner isn't cold!".
"You're lucky to still have your head!" The king fumed, turned around, stormed upstairs and shut his bedroom door. Alice slid down the wall and sat there and cried her eyes out. Neither adult seemed to notice three worried faces, that belonged to Elizabeth, Catherine and Mary, peer through the gaps in the banister.
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Forgotten
Historical FictionAlice Miller gets to marry the king (Henry VIII). The new queen is flawless and well liked by princess Elizabeth. A bond is created between the two until Henry gets bored of her and acuses her of flirting. Was she flirting or was it the other way ro...
