implied sexual abuse/rape

its kittys backgroud so like

She woke up, screaming. Terrified. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was laying her head on the block and then... her head was off, and she was dead. She was still screaming and then. Someone was at her door! Were they back too? Would it truly be a never-ending reality?

The door handle started to open, quickly spotting a deep pink curtain she hid behind it. She didn't want it to be any of them because if she came back from the dead they could be too. But Culpeper would be the worst. She really thought that he was her friend...

Outside the door, Henry VIII's remaining five wives heard a scream. They were all worried. None of them woke up with a scream. Apart from Anne, but that was because the last thing she remembered was getting her head chopped off, so it had meant he purposely killed two wives.

When they walked into the pink room no one was there. Strange? Maybe, they were hiding?

"We won't hurt you; we just want to make sure your OK," Jane said, she had a really strong motherly side, and you could really hear that, even though she'd never see her son grow up.

This person sounded nice, like her mom sounded, before she died, birthing like 10 kids does that to you. She missed her lots. This nice lady wouldn't hurt her, right?

Carefully she got out of the curtains shield. Making herself known to this group of people quite older than her.

"She can't be. No, she way to young, are you really sure Anna. He wouldn't marry someone as young as her." Said the motherly one. The girl really did look like she was just around her late teens.

Anna? She was lady in waiting for an Anna. And that amazing first Christmas as Queen where they danced together! Anna was probably one of the only good people she had met in her past life.

"Its true Jane, Cathy can even back me up on this" said a familiar German accent, it was really Anna. Cathy? She doesn't remember a Cathy, maybe she knew her after death and was there for her execution. That was most likely to be true. Jane was the mother-like one. Edwards mother, she could see the resemblance to be honest.

"Jane its true, that's his fifth wife." Said Cathy.

"Who, who are you guys?" she asked, she was scared, even though she knew Anna wouldn't harm her. Although she also thought that about Culpeper and look at how that turned out.

"I feel like this might be a long talk, what if we go to the living room, sit down and talk there," proposed another person, she seemed scary but also motherly like this Jane person. The living room seems safe enough, none of that would happen there.

She just gave a feeble nod, walking behind the older women, seeing ways to escape back to 'her' room if things didn't work out well.

Now they were in the living room, it was a big open room. I guess it had to be big because six people lived there. But what if when they find out what happened to her, they wouldn't want her anymore and kick her out like her step grandma did?

"We're all going to introduce ourselves and just say a little bit about us, but two things we will all have in common is having to marry henry and coming back from the dead." Began Catalina it would happen each time another would wake up, she assumed it went from oldest to youngest in age because she was first awake. "I'm Catalina of Aragon, just call me Lina. I'm his first wife and he divorced me, Pequeña mierda." She sat back down after introducing herself.

Now this bubbly looking girl stood up, "I'm Anne Boleyn, I'm his second wife, and after I had a girl instead of a son so obviously, he decided to beheaded me." And she sat back down. Anne Boleyn, the name was familiar she heard it a lot when she was new to living with her grandma, she so happy someone in their family married the king. She made a mental note to ask later.

"I'm Jane Seymour and I'm his third wife, a few days after I had my Edward, I died," she said.

"I'm Anna of Cleves, his fourth wife and he divorced me because apparently, I was 'ugly'. She said. From this Kathrine knew that it had to be the Anna she remembered.

"I'm Catherine Parr, but you can just call me Cathy, I was his last wife, getting out with a ring still on my finger," said the final wife.

"Umm, I'm Kathrine Howard, but you can just call me Kitty, and I was his fifth wife, and he beheaded me," whimpered the youngest Queen, going last.

"Hopefully you don't mind me asking, but how old are you Kitty?" asked Lina.

"When I had to marry him or now?"

"When you married him," responded Anne.

"I had just turned 16 not long before I'd have to marry him" she said. And that. That was met with gasps, even of the two who already knew, they thought she was at least a bit older than that.

"You were just a child! And that bastard thought it would be OK to marry you. I knew he was sick but honestly." Was heard from Anne. She just hoped that no one would blame her for it. Or that they would be angry at her for it. She hoped no one asked her about anything else. They were still very loud even though young marriage was fairly common back then, just maybe not with a 32ish year age gap.

"How old was he?" asked Anna.

"Around 49 maybe a bit older, I'm not really sure, sorry," she replied.

"No no don't be sorry Kätzchen. He Is the only person to blame, you have nothing to do with it, any of it" Anna gave her a knowing look. The kind of look she gave when kitty told her about what happened to her under the care of her step grandma. She still remembered. And was the only one who knew.

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