(TW: THIS IS THE YOUNGER VERSION OF HER, SO AROUND 16-17)

Elizabeth was sitting in her room, busy writing in her diary about how jealous she was. That her “friends” were already growing up while she wasn’t. As she inserted the ink onto the pages, she pondered to herself, her mind tracing back to the previous moments she was arguing with her father. The first thing she remembered was his annoying voice…and that big belly that always jiggled when he walked. She snickered to herself, jotting down his grotesque appearance into the book as she closed it. Her eyes shifted to another text, laying aimlessly on the ground. Picking it up slowly, her heart slowly aches, it was her mother’s note from long ago, the one she made the night before executed. Elizabeth was about to read more from the text but a loud knock interrupted her, causing the paper to rip slightly out of fear.

Her hands clenched as she scowled, trotting over to open the door. It was Jane Seymour again. She rolled her eyes, placing one hand on her hip as she eyed the woman, almost as if she was a threat or a opponent in fencing.

“What is it?” Elizabeth’s voice projected through the halls. Her tone was very commanding and straightforward, inferring that she wasn’t in the mood to talk to this “replacement.” Of her mother.

Jane Seymour: h-hey sweetie-

“Cut the bullshit.” Elizabeth scowled, her eyes penetrating into the poor woman’s soul.

Jane: u-uhm i wanted to note to you that a lady will be living here for a while and your dad said you must treat her wit upmost respect. O-okay? *Jane’s voice crocked slightly, as she looked away. It was awkward because she knew exacfly why Elizabeth despised her. Jane couldn’t blame her though, she would be mad too if a tyrant took away her own biological mother and replaced her with a random woman. But Jane didn’t mind as she cared more about Mary more than her. She just felt pity for the teen, resulting into her being nice only for sympathy reasons.