It's 1600..your the heir to the Wright family line of royalty, the 8th queen in waiting. Currently known as the princess of London.

Your 16, yet not married. At such a young age, you've been deemed the most beautiful woman in all England. Hating being smelly, you wash yourself in hot water unlike anyone else..using good smelling soaps..brushing your teeth and lightly spraying perfumes..always washing your clothing and hair. Natural hair, long brown and wavy with occasional loose curls. Pale skin with charming freckles that enhance your young appearance.

its no wonder you get approached daily by princes of other kingdoms..you refuse them all though.

None of them suit you, none good enough for you..unlike other princesses who marry the first man who they see..

Your parents, the king Henry and queen Mary..seem extremely concerned that you will never settle and produce a grandchild and a new generation of rulers..

"My..don't you think it's time you marry? You surely can't just be alone forever.." Your mother Mary, says;