A/N: Hi, it's GreenField, this is a Catherine Parr/Thomas Seymour songfic to I Saw Him Once from Les Miserables. I do not own the song or the show – though I would love to! Please review

Catherine Parr, Lady Latymer, walked in the garden's of her old husband's home in a state of quiet solitude. Lord Latymer was not well, and had been most challenging with his demands of late; therefore Catherine was delighted to have the opportunity to escape him. She thanked God that they were not currently at court, where he and she would have been on show all of the time, forced to smile fondly on each other as they had not done since the early days of their marriage.

She sat down on a small stone bench, as though to rest her wearied limbs, and quite suddenly caught sight of the most handsome stranger she had ever had the good fortune to look upon.

I saw him once
Then he was gone
We were like dreamers at night
Who meet as in a trance, then part again!

He was a very tall man, and broad about the shoulders and back, giving the impression of being someone very strong and powerful. He was dressed in a rich court fashion that made Catherine feel ashamed of her shabby dress, so out of fashion now, and he had a strong-jawed face that she could see even from this distance. He had a rather wild and curling dark beard, matching his dark, thick hair upon his head. He did not look around at her, but marched up to the house, leaving her heart thumping erratically. Who could he be, and what did he want here?

Two phantoms in the shadows of the moon
Can people really fall in love so soon?
He walked alone
He seemed alone like me
Could he have known
That moment was my destiny?

It was dusk in Winter, late for a call from court, but also late for a walk around the garden. Catherine could not bring herself to make her way inside and be greeted by the handsome stranger, not wanting him to see her in her old-fashioned and rather dishevelled state.

She had her back to him when the man emerged from the house. He spotted her from afar and, guessing that she must be the Lord's wife, he made his way over to her to be introduced.

"Lady Latymer?" when she heard his smooth, deep voice, Catherine paled and almost jumped out of her skin. She turned quickly, red in the face, her tattered red skirts swinging and almost whacking the man's legs.

"H-Hello, Sir. I mean, good day" she curtsied, "I am afraid I do not know your name"

He smiled and bowed elegantly in return, "I am Thomas Seymour, Madam, brother to dear Queen Jane"

"Oh!" Catherine immediately curtsied a little deeper, and Thomas' warm chuckle sent a not unpleasant prickle of heat over her skin. She was always so lonely here, she had forgotten what it was like to keep courtly company – hence why she was making such a fool of herself!

"I- I am Catherine, Sir, Lady Latymer" she mumbled, though he had already known half of that. She blushed even deeper and ducked her head in embarrassment.

"Do raise your head, Lady Catherine – you have naught to be embarrassed about. I should like to see your face properly"

Catherine's heart began to pound once again as she looked up and their eyes locked. She took a deep, shaky breath that she hoped he did not hear. And then, quite suddenly...

"Catherine! Catherine!" there was her husband, bellowing out of the window like a common peasant man, "Come in at once, you shall catch a chill!"

I had to run away,
And it was like a dream

I saw him once
The dream was true

Catherine gasped and stammered her apologies, "I, um...I shall have to go, Sir Thomas. Um. Good evening to you, I – " she could think of nothing more to say, and so fled, holding up her skirts. She collapsed against the closed door once inside, warmth flooding over her body. She would probably never see him again – she must enquire why he had been there – but that one time, she felt, would be enough to sustain her her whole life long.

She had never felt like this before.

"Catherine!"

She ran to her husband, still smiling widely.

I saw him once,
And once will do!