tHE BIOGRAPHY OF KING HENRY VII WIVES
Katharine of Aragon
I now sit here, as a full woman, heart broken and alone except for my servents and i think sad thoughts. i think of death and henry and all the loss and love and eveyrhting else i have had in my liftime. I think of all i have lived thorugh and then i say to myself, that i will die, for i have fallen upon illness, but I have had a great life. I have had family and friends and loved ones around me a supporting me all the wya up to the end. even my maids now, are there for me. Now that i think of this, its not so bad, my life. it just was not as i planned it. i like to write my enitre life on paper so I may show my beloved daughter mary what i was thinking when i tolsd her i love her, and told her the sotries of life and of our god, jesus christ. This is for my sweet daughter mary.
I was born a young babe on the 16th of december in the most wonderful year of 1485. My mother anf father told me I was quite a happy child full of ambition and love. i cared for all those around me in my young years, especially those who gave me gifts, though i was not greedy. i was told at a very young age that my life held a promised future of splendor and success, if not personal happiness. My dear, loveing parents, Ferdinand of Aragon and Isabella of Castile were legends thorughout europe, my home continent. My parents amazing marriage had united the kingdom of Spain and together they had driven the Moors from Granada. My mother was a very intelligent woman. All of her children, even the females, like myself, recieved excellent educations. My dear brother Juan and sister Joanna were married off into the powerfil Hapsburg family. As for my two other sistes, Isabella and Maria, they would each marry the king of portugal. i was prmisd to england, as i loved it so; the betrothal contract was finalized before my fourth birthday. i then moved to england in 1501.
Within a few short weeks of coming to england, i wed Prince arthur, my love. I had a grand celebration with food and friends and the rest of london there to rejoice with me in the glory of the royal wedding celebration! There was very expectation of a glorious future bnoth My husband, and I. We then left for Ludlow Castle, the government seatg of the prince of wales, and within six months, my dear dear husband died. I worked so hard to stay with him and I was truly so upset. I loved him so and i was very, very sad and the rets of london, and europe morned in the loss of the soon to be great king, and always faithful and true husband he was. It was the dreaded sweating sickness that got my dear. It was so dificult to let his parents know. to let everyone know the devatating news. I then returned to London,. but was not sewnt home. this seemed so peculiar to me. But then, henry VII was alreayd writing my parents about another marriage. i did not want to grow old and alone, but i was so empty and heartbroken, my life felt over. why should i have another husbad, when my true one died? He is gone.