Oddments
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Pairing: None – Henry Tudor
Prompt #37: Broken
Henry closed his eyes and leaned back against his ornate headboard, Katherine's speaking her last words in his head, her soft voice and gentle accent ringing in his ears. She was dead. His sweet Spanish Princess was gone forever.
She'd been his first love, when she married Arthur. He'd been jealous, Arthur had gotten a beautiful, kind Princess, he was destined for what – a church?
And then Arthur died, leaving his pretty bride alone and widow poor, as well as making Henry heir to the kingdom. She had been so beautiful and so heartbreaking he'd tossed away everything but his desire to save her. They married.
She gave him her best years and her total devotion, but only one living daughter. And then she grew old – so very old. No more children. His wife was no longer the envy of all. He met Anne.
And yet, at Katherine's passing he looked back at their life together. His beautiful Catalina, the love they once had. When they married he took a vow. What had happened?
But what twisted inside of him like a barbed knife wasn't the broken wedding vows.
When he married her, when he loved her, he'd vowed she would never have to be alone again. He vowed to take care of her, to love her, protect and support her for as long as they both lived.
She had died.
Alone.
Impoverished.
He'd broken his vow.