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Chapter Three – Queen of England
January 15th 1658
"There lies the open door. Beyond which mortals cannot wonder what horrors lay."
"Knock it off Gordo, it can't be too bad. We're down a little side alley," Lizzie scoffed. They walked towards the open door, and there, hanging in front of them were two sets of clothes hanging over the fire place in order to let them dry. Unfortunately they were both women's clothing.
"I knew it was too good to be true," stated Gordo. "Never mind Gordo, you'll still look cute in a dress… I'm sure." Lizzie said, looking at her hands as she said it. Though she liked Gordo a lot, she still wasn't completely comfortable flirting with him. Gordo just gave her a funny look and proceeded to put on the dress, quickly though, as he didn't know when the inhabitants were going to be coming home.
"Lucky I have girl's hair, huh Liz?" Gordo remarked. He tried to divert his eyes away from Lizzie as she was changing, but was not very successful. Though he didn't see anything that would require a '15' rating or above, he felt quite bad about looking like that. Lizzie could almost feel his gaze upon her and started blushing profusely.
"Time to get out of this place, don't you think?" Lizzie said, breaking the atmosphere. They dashed out of the small house and ran down the small, winding alley. They carried on walking down this road until they reached a huge palatial-type structure.
"Wow. Westminster Abbey," Gordo exclaimed. "It sounds like there's a party going on inside. Let's check it out. After all, how many times are we going to be in Tudor England in our lives?" They crept around to the back of Westminster Abbey and found yet another open door.
"I guess people didn't have a whole lot to steal in those days," mentioned Lizzie. They went through a barely illuminated passageway and went through another door, which led to a huge room. There they saw the same ginger-haired woman from the coach. She was being crowned by a priest, who looked very important and highly decorated. The woman was wearing a corseted dress with a huge skirt. Gordo and Lizzie peered out from behind the altar towards the throughway down the middle of the seats. It looked rather like a Church in some respects, apart from it had no stained-glass windows. Lizzie was so entranced by the proceedings and the woman's dress that, as though in a daze, she emerged from behind the altar and started moving towards the front.
"Lizzie! Come back!" Gordo whispered urgently. Lizzie turned 'round, but in the process, she tripped over the edge of the carpet, landing flat on her face. Rubbing her head, she rolled over so she was looking up. The ginger-haired woman was standing by her, looking rather displeased.
"My name is Elizabeth, and you are intruding on my coronation. Who are you?" Lizzie turned towards a sudden noise, and saw Gordo standing between two enormous armed guards.
"Uh-oh," Lizzie said, "Now we're in trouble".
To be continued…
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I don't think anyone's done a story like this before, but if they have I apologise and I'm not trying to steal your story or anything.
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