Catherine of Aragon woke with a start. She suddenly sat bolt upright, looking around the room which she was in. She soon realized she was in a bedroom. The room had pastel yellow walls, with back curtains and a black bed, which was covered with a pastel yellow, checkered duvet. To her right, was a nightstand. The nightstand held a bible, a rosary and a glass of water. Catherine reluctantly climbed out of bed with a huff and draped a thing nightgown around her shoulders before leaving the room and closing the door.

She turned around to face the door realizing it had lettering on it. 'C of A' it read in italic, yellow print. Sighing, she turned around ad her door dropped open when she saw what the door read in fluorescent green; 'A.B'...

It couldn't be Anne Boleyn, surely not?! Shaking her head, she made her way downstairs, sitting down in the lounge and finding a note.

'Dear Queens and Ladies,

Welcome to the 21st century! It has been around 500 years since your reins at Queens of England and time as the wives of King Henry VIII, and a lot has changed. You all had terrible fate and we have decided to give you a second chance. Life is different, which is why you have been reincarnated with the knowledge from the 21st century. I hope that you all find fun and friendship through this. I will be watching over you all.

Luck and love,

Your Guardian Angel,

Grace xoxo'

Catherine was confused and decided to turn on the TV...? How did she know that? Oh, the letter said they all had the knowledge from the 21st century. "Makes sense.." she thought out loud.

Around 30 minutes later, Catherine heard shuffling and scuttling of feet upstairs. Then, footsteps on the stairs. She looked up and saw the on and only, green queen; 'ANNE BOLEYN!

'Nice to see you again, Catherine!'  Anne scoffed.

'Go away, Boleyn!" Catherine retorted.

Meanwhile, Jane heard the commotion from upstairs. She went out of her room and saw Anna sat at the top of the stairs.

"Jane Seymour, nice to meet you," Jane said warmly, sitting down next to the German Queen.

"Anna de Kleves, of Cleves. Sorry," Anna smiled.

"Wife number three, gave him the baby boy he most desperately wanted, the only one he truly loved, sorry," Jane explained, blushing with embarrassment when she'd finished.

"It's fine, honestly. I'm number four, the one who he hated because I apparently looked like a horse. I did get the title of the King's sister though, and got a lot of stuff from it, so I guess it turned out quite well for me. Unlike everyone else," Anna sighed sympathetically, putting a hand on Jane's shoulder awkwardly.

Jane moved away and joined the other's downstairs. The lights suddenly went out and she heard an unrecognisable, tiny scream, sounding like a cry of a newborn's. When the electricity returned, she found a small girl in her lap on the sofa, she had to still be a child. "Heya, darling," Jane said softly, stroking her hair. "H-hi, I'm-"