Prologue

The 15 years old girl emerged from the ship that had brought her all the way to England. Catalina took a deep breath and looked up at the grey clouds in the sky. After a while she looked back down and swallowed deeply 'I would like to go to Church' the young princess pouted, 'to thank god for bringing us safely here'

'If that's what your highness wants.. we shall find you a church' her lady said and with a short curtsy she walked away to get her mistress what she wanted.

Katherine sighed again and looked down at her dark dress. 'Would the prince even be pleased with how she looked?' She wondered. She thought she looked dull. Her dark hair was so average and she had a tanned skin and dark eyes like most other Spanish girls. Her body was thin and she was tiny.

After criticizing how she looked she reprimanded herself, 'don't be so vain Catalina!' She mumbled to herself while making her way to the carriage that was awaiting her.

'Katherine of Aragon?' Asked the driver. For a moment the young girl was confused but then she realized that from now on she was Katherine. She was no longer the girl that had left her mother's arms in Granada. She would never see her family again and that meant that she had to be there for herself. From now on she would be Katherine of Aragon and she would one day be queen of England. With a small nod she confirmed his question and allowed him to help her in the carriage.

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It was only a short time later that Katherine married Arthur. She looked amazing in her wedding dress, a true image of grace and beauty. She smiled and laughed all evening as the guests complimented prince Arthur with his new wife. Arthur's younger brother Henry couldn't keep his eyes of the new woman at court. She intrigued him, but of course it was wrong for Henry to have such thoughts, she was the new wife of his brother after all.

By the end of the evening the happy couple was guided to their bedroom to consummate their marriage.

Nothing happened that night and nothing ever would happen as Arthur Tudor would die some months later, leaving Katherine a widow.

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It had been years since her husband had died now and still Katherine was in England, awaiting her destiny. She was sitting in the rose gardens, enjoying the sun on her face. At times like these she always missed Spain, in Spain the summers had been warm and sunny. Here they were often rainy and grey.

Since the death of Arthur Katherine had become a pawn once again and after the death of her beloved mother... she didn't really have a say in it. She was simply the pawn of Henry VII and her own father.

Not so long ago one of the only people she could trust at this strange foreign court had died as well. Elizabeth of York had died, trying to give her husband another son. Now Katherine felt utterly alone, as if the only person she had left here in England was God.

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'The King is dead, long live the king!' Was repeated all over English court. Katherine looked up from her needlework and glared at her ladies. Would she finally be allowed to go back home? Or would she stay? Rumour had it, the new King wanted her as his wife. She bit her lip, 'if that would be true than he probably would already have asked her hand' she thought to herself.

Nevertheless some moments later, the door to her room flew open and she jumped to her feet as she saw who it was.

'Your majesty' her heart involuntarily made a strange jump whenever he was near and her eyes started sparkling. With a small smile gracing her beautiful lips, she curtsied deeply for the king 'my condolences for your loss'

Her grey blue eyes gazed in his for a few seconds before she shyly lowered her eyes. She looked at him through her long, curled lashes and gasped subtly as he sank on his knee for her.

'Katherine of Aragon, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife'

Nothing could've made her happier in that moment than that question. Finally Katherine had a purpose again, a husband and country to serve. She was no longer just a pawn.

She sank down on her knees in front of him and gently brushed his cheek 'yes' she smiled and she closed his eyes as he came closer and brushed his lips over hers, light as a feather but enough to make her heart flutter in her chest.

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When the beautiful day finally came that Katherine would be married to Henry and crowned queen consort, the people had already started loving her even more than before.

The whole ceremony long, Katherine was staring at her soon-to-be-husband, barely noticing anyone or anything else on the world. She barely heard it when he asked her if she would marry him but instinctively she said 'I do'.

The crowd cheered as the newlyweds emerged from the church and stepped into the royal carriage.

The people of England already adored this devout, humble, kind and generous woman and they dubbed her "The Heart Queen". There was no heart she could not win over and no person she could not charm.

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AN: This is my first The Tudors fanfiction ever and it's also like just an AU. This prologue is based a bit off history but also just comes right out of my because of exams exhausted brain. I wrote this at 1 am and I think that says a lot.