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Autumn The first of September was a cool, crisp day. Frances and I waited outside, looking off in the distance for the carriage. “Is Nat a handsome child?” Frances asked. “He’s beautiful,” I replied, turning my head to see if the carriage might be coming from the east. “When is Meg’s child due?” she inquired, smiling at the thought of a child no doubt. She would be soon having her own. “She’s three and a half months along now. So in January, probably,” I answered. Meg would be quite busy with...

The Year 1532 Spring I was sitting alone on a stool by the blazing hearth, feeling the heat of it on my back as I read a new book. I could smell the new leather upon it and the ink as well. I’d gotten it at a little shop on London Bridge before we’d left for Herefordshire only a day or so before. I stole glances at Meg, who was nursing little Nat. There was something so different about her now, now that she was a mother. She had really changed when she’d married my brother, but now I noticed ...

Autumn October 10th was indeed the day Meg married my brother and became my sister. The day began as any other. Meg and I got up and dressed, though Anne had let her borrow a cloth-of-silver gown, and I’d done her long blonde hair up in curls. We walked slowly, me holding her shaking hand, to the chapel at Westminster. Westminster was a good place to be married, and though Meg was still as Catholic as I was, to marry my brother, who had taken the oath, they were married in a Protestant ceremo...

I could feel the tears pouring down my face but I wanted to be strong for Tom. Surely he felt much worse about leaving everyone he loved behind. “So you’re going there for a few years?” I asked, wiping away the tears. “I’m going there forever, Elizabeth,” he whispered, looking me right in the eyes. “So I’ll never see you again?” This was my chance, my one and only chance to say how I felt. But now I did feel better inside, knowing that Tom would be gone and I could have Henry back. But, oh, h...

The Year 1531 Spring I laid on the bed as the physicians finally cut off the bandages from my legs. I was so glad to get out of bed for once, though I knew it would be hard to walk in the beginning. Meg was there by my side to help me as I sat up and hopped off the bed, using my good leg to balance myself. She didn’t seem to happy to help me that day, but with the physicians in the room still she did not say a word, only stared at me intently. I placed my other foot down, hoping that it would...