You're only 17 and very childlike, and King Henry the Eighth of England has his eye on your beauty. He's 49. You live in a village that belongs to England and love your life. One day you received a letter from the King's Court, saying he wanted to visit you. You thought it was all a bad joke, but a week later you're playing with your best friend Kora, riding in the mud in the forest. Four horses are coming towards you, but you don't notice anything. Henry is sitting on the boss horse. He dismounts, takes a few steps toward you, and calls out in a commanding tone.

Henry: Katherine Howard!

You turn around and smile at him

You: Oh, Your Majesty!

You're laughing your head off