Short Story 2
If you’re confused, here is the link to my first short story with a brief explanation
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Thomas,
As I was being painted earlier today, I thought of you longingly. I wore a lovely satin, gold patterned, square-necked gown today with attached sleeves and skirts draped over my favorite velvet crimson kirtle. I tied it with a decorated rope and felt rich standing above the beautifully decorated carpet in the palace. I felt the prestige that comes with wearing such large, luxurious clothing, but alas there is a void in my heart that cannot be fulfilled with such decor. While the weight of my sleeves and the ermine fur draped over my arms provided a heavy warmth, they are no match for the warmth I have felt in your presence. I do not love my husband, Thomas. That is a fact. Our relationship is currently an obligation of mine I feel God intended for me to have for some reason. I must admit, I do enjoy the luxurious patterns, fabrics, and excessive jewelry that comes with being a queen. Fashion has become quite an outlet for me, and I have become incredibly fond of layering jewels on my neck and hands by wearing multiple rings. Even my French hood is decorated with jewels and fabric to match the patterns draped over my Spanish farthingale. However, there are times I wish to run away and be with you, my love. A ring signifying my marriage to you is the only ring missing from my pale hands. After getting to know and befriending my husband’s daughters, Mary and Elizabeth, I have finally discovered the reason behind our destined marriage. There has been a recurring thought process in my mind as follows:
Woman is a feeling. Woman is not simply a noun. I wear it. I know it. I am, I be. Woman is a crown.
Women deserve to wear crowns and have ruling power just like men. Henry may be King at the moment, but I will make sure that his daughters, Mary and Elizabeth, will have the opportunity to rule someday. Thus, I have influenced him to pass the third Succession Act restoring their succession to the throne. Unfortunately, the anti-protestants have turned him against me for doing so, and I may be beheaded as a result. But do not worry, Thomas. I have a plan to argue my way out of this. We will be together soon and I will be remembered for this empowerment of the royal women of England.
I love you.
Signed,
Catherine
