I had come to Old Castle House Berkshire to bring King Henry news that there were no more mention of war in France but of living in peace. Then I found my self in Sir Willam’s cellar talking to Sir Edward and some of the King’s Grooms. Thomas Culpepper turning the topic to the oversexed young Queen. Saying that she is wonton, and a little fireball.

I point at him with an amused smile on my face as I sat across from him. “Too hot for you, Mr. Culpepper.” I tease him making ever man in the cellar laugh.

“Really?” He questions my assessment defensively. His expression unamused. He was a young man that many women would consider handsome but, he was arrogant. And I was more than happy to be the man to humble him.

“Uh-huh.” I affirmed, standing behind what I said. The two of us just sat there, staring at each other, the cellar becoming eerily quiet. Neither me or Culpepper were conceding to the other.

You could feel the air grow thick with tension the longer we sat there in silence. The other men in Sir William’s cellar were growing increasingly uncomfortable.

“Tell me you can’t imagine her without her clothes on.” Mr. Culpepper begins to challenge me, and every man who has gathered in this room to deny having impure thoughts about the Queen. “Just picture her naked body. Those breasts. Those thighs. That sweet plump little arse.” He let’s out a huff of breath with a smirk upon his face. Like he was envisioning Katherine naked this very moment. “Holy Jesus.”

Clenching my jaw, I took in a deep breath to control the anger that was boiling up inside of me. I was disturbed by Culpepper's sexual fascination for the Queen, and I was going to reprimand him for it.

“All those things belong to the King.” I remind him firmly, slowly rising from my seat, my eyes never leave his. “I bid you gentlemen good night.”

Walking to the cellar door, I could see that the men had hung their heads. “And if I were you,” I begin to warn them. “I would not outstay your welcome in Sir William’s kitchen.”