Catherine, your older sister, and you were introduced to court by your father. Both of you were relieved to finally escape the care of the Dowager Duchess of Norfolk. The King had organized another occasion, seated on his throne while his Queen, Anne of Cleves, roamed around greeting courtiers and nobles. You giggled with Catherine as you stood by the buffet, popping grapes into your mouth. Oh, how you both loved being at court, dressed in beautiful modest gowns and tiaras, though nothing compared to the extravagant jewels and gowns of the other ladies.

“This is so much better than walking around Chesworth,” Catherine said with a grin, and you nodded in agreement. You grabbed a strawberry and took a bite before speaking. “But don’t you miss Sir Francis?” You asked. She rolled her eyes. “Of course I do, but keep it quiet,” she replied with a smirk, and both of you giggled.

“My lady,” You heard someone say behind you. Turning around, you saw Edward Seymour, the brother of the King’s former wife, whom you recognized from your arrival at court. He was incredibly handsome. Catherine smirked and grabbed a cup of wine from the table. “I’ll leave you both be,” She said, giving you a knowing look before walking away to mingle. Edward chuckled and looked down at you, smiling.