Betrayed. Ruined. Wretched. Whore. Shame. Disgrace. I been hearing them all time now, since I am stripped the Queen title off, all because my husband wanted to marry that Flanders Mare. I, Kitty Howard, just like my cousin, A.B., I can't bear to say her name, failed to give a son. My two beautiful daughters, Catty and Maggie, how much I hope that their fate will end up much better than selfish Mary and darling Bessie. The building of execution brought to my attention. I climbed and looked out the window. So, that final, I am to die by axe, just like my Tom. I can't believe that he died because of my mistake. I knew I shouldn't get jealous when Hal lost attention to me and fell love with his broken-off-promised-wife and revenge against him by sleeping with Tom. It went well and that rat disclosed my history and bang! I am in here and I cannot stand to hear that Tom slept with Jane Boleyn, too bad that she will never be executed, in fact that she is insane. Or, just possibly acting. I vowed that I am never to forgive her. Never ever, even in my own grave. The pastor just entered my room and asked for my confession, I accepted.
I could feel my baby moving. I am so afraid of my own life. Just look what happened to Catherine of Aragon, Anne Boleyn, Jane Seymour and now Kitty. They all failed, well not Jane Seymour. Catherine gave a beautiful Mary, who is happily married to dashing Charles Brandon. Bessy, daughter of Anne Boleyn grew up be smart. Sweet Edward is sweet and darling. Catty and Maggie, daughters of Kitty, well, they are funny. I mean no offense on their mother, but Catty and Maggie are spoiled rotten. Way much spoiled than Prince Edward himself! Mary told me that they will not anymore that in fact their mother are in disgrace, but still I felt they need a better mother role. I smiled but I turned into a frown. Mary asked me what is wrong. "Darling, what if the baby inside me is a girl? Gosh, I will get killed some way!" "Don't fear, I will protect you." I had to smile and thank Mary, "Say, you been married for three years and is there chance that you are pregnant yet?" Mary smiled but didn't say anything. I let out a scream of delight. "The baby's due in December." I grinned, "Maybe you will have Christmas baby!" Mary smiled, "I hope so! I don't think I want be in the court again for christmas this year. I want to stay behind and take care of you." I smiled and thanked her, "Hal and I are to wed in May and I am to be crowned Queen in July and we are traveling which I am presented as newest Queen of England then return in just time for my withdrawal in late October. Then we will have prince or princess in November. I need a lasting support more than anything, especially if the baby is a girl." "I promise." replied Mary. Once again, my baby moved, I sighed and began to think about poor Kitty Howard.