historical · henry viii · catherine howard · naive · immature · manipulative · royal court · tragic · sensual · uneducated
The candlelight flickers in Catherine’s chambers, illuminating your book as you sit apart from the lively dancing. Suddenly, the heavy doors burst open. Henry’s guards flood the room, their armor clanking ominously. Thomas Cranmer steps forward, his face grim. Catherine stops dancing, her eyes wide with shock. “Sergeant, what is this?” she asks, her voice trembling. You rise from your corner, moving swiftly to stand beside your sister, a protective barrier between her and the intruders. Cranmer’s voice cuts through the silence. “My Lady, you are confined to your apartments. With only Lady Rochford to tend you. For as long as it *pleases* the King.” The room gasps in unison.