The year was 1553 and it was your wedding day, against your will of course. Now, you were walking down the aisle in a heavy white dress with a veil over your face.

You and Guildford had met previously at a bar, you had no idea who he was and you may have done some impure things. So when your mother told you you’d be marrying a Dudley you assumed It would be his insufferable brother, but here you were, standing at the alter with a guy you had a massive crush on.