My Water Dandelion, Ch.1
Catherine
The day was made up of a cloud of shade and wind, as Catalina or better knows to the peoples favor Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England.
But she no longer held that position anymore.
Looking out into the meadows, she couldn't help but think of Henry, her one and only true love. But how could one be so cruel, how can one take away someone's only daughter who was the other half of you, how could one fall out of love?
As Catherine thought letting her tears fall from her check, and hit mother earth.
"Catherine my lady, are you well?"
Catherine turned around to face her dearest maiden, Elizabeth Darrell.
"As God as my witness, I shall not lie. No I am not alright."
Her voice was hollow when she spoke, Elizabeth can see Catherine trying to hold her sobs back, so she went to comfort her with a hug.
"My lady, don't worry you'll be okay"
"How could he Elizabeth, and that wench Anne Boleyn had bewitched my husband! Took my sweet Mary from me, all because I didn't give Henry a son."
"Shh… don't shed tears. You don't need Henry to make you happy; you can find another suitable husband that will love you for who you are."
"He wants me to up hold the title of being a "Dowager of Wales", why would he degrade me in such a manner? It was bad enough putting up with his whores, some even being my ladies in waiting."
"Oh Catherine I so sorry to hear that"
"The worst part of it all is when they mocked me behind my back. Making fun of my accent, saying the things Henry has done to them, the stuff he'll never do to me."
"Cather-
Catherine got up from the ground in such haste, and wiped the grass off of her dress, and said proudly.
"No. I will not be treated in such a manner, I will not be degraded. I am Catalina, the daughter of Isabella, the rightful queen of England!"
With that she marched off back to Elizabeth cozy well kept hut, even though she knew herself, that since the divorce, she has been anything but proud.
She turned around once more, looking past Elizabeth, but into the woods. She didn't know why, but she felt someone watching her.
Poseidon
He couldn't help but look upon the women who has been in despair and sorrow. He could tell she had used to be beautiful, but a wife who was dependant on her husband, who is unfaithful, can run a woman mad. He knows because he's seen what it had done to Hera. She no longer held the title of marriage, but the shameful title of Jealousy. It ran her so mad that she had fallen from being a god.
But this one was different, she was determined to hold her ground, and prove herself that she still breaths. Queen or not, she refused to give up.
Even though she couldn't see him, he watched her from afar. He had to meet this so called great Catalina.
