Chapter one.
She could count the days that she had loved him, she could count the days she loathed him. For seven years, she withdrew from him, ever telling herself she would not re-tell the story of her sister that bedded him before her. She could count the days that they were happy, until the sour mark of disappointment scarred their love which condemned her heart to misery, and her life to turn to death.
The Tower, Her prison, a looming building of white and black a symbol of her triumph that was just three years previous now held her fast protecting her from the snarls of those at her feet, the people that would see her burned. The nobles that have concocted lies and vicious murderous rumours about her. The Tower once kept her brother in chains now his blood stained block lies in her eye sight whenever she would dare look out of the window. She had watched his neck hacked three times with an axe, how she wished she could claw out the eyes of the executioner for again adding to her suffering and her brothers. She had once been Queen in more than name and formality... how had she gotten to this place? She had been Queen, as he had promised her; he promised her the crown and his love, now he snatches with claws as sharp as her falcons ripping at her very hold on the world. For days she had wandered the room she had been given. A harsh reminder of her triumph three years ago whoever decided to house her in the very apartments that she had celebrated in with Henry by her side. She had watched as everything that she wanted was given to her, her stomach round and firm holding the heir that Henry craved and she had grown to love.
The emptiness and lack of a child had threatened to turn her life into a misery, times and times again she had though of speaking to Henry, apologising, so she could try and win him back. when she had been thrown into the Tower she believed it to be a test, a test of her love for Henry, she wished she had kept herself calm instead of spending the hours raving almost madly with uncertainty now lay heavy in her stomachShe had given evidence against herself and her already dead brother. A loss she would never forgive.