Two girls, one boy
The two of them were like twin flames- one mysterious and dark and not beautiful, but when you looked at her you couldn't look away. The other blonde and bright and lovely and shining and you couldn't look away but you didn't want to.
"And who are you?" a man asked the girls one day, his green eyes interested and awestruck
"Anne. Anne Boleyn", Anne replied, her blue eyes sparkling
"Catherine Howard. But please, call my Kitty", Catherine said, her red lips curving into a grin
"Who might you be?" Anne asked, tilting her head to one side and letting a blanket of black fall with it
"Surely you've heard of me. I mean, I am the prince", Henry bragged, trying to impress the girls
"Oh okay", Anne shrugged. Henry was infuriated- normally girls fell all over him and these two didn't!
Both girls turned on their heel and walked away, hair swishing.
"Wait!" Henry yelled. They turned around, "Can I have your numbers? I must speak with you"
Anne, Catherine and Henry exchanged phone numbers before leaving again, leaving Henry wondering where these girls came from and who, exactly, they were