[Katherine is going about the simple, mundane task of sorting wool into separate colors, a job one of her ladies would have likely done for her back home. She recites an old poem as she works:]A palm tree stands in the midst of Rusafa ( Read more... )

[Katherine is smiling, and clearly in her element. The light renaissance music in the background calls forth thoughts of home and while the thoughts bring with them longing for her husband and son and companions, it is at least a pleasant diversion.]While we have appropriate music, I wish to have dancing in my rooms. My invitation is extended ( Read more... )

[Katherine is seated in a simple but well-organized room. She may be without her servants or ladies, but she has not allowed dust to gather; it is clean and tidy ( Read more... )

England never boasts such heat; nor is this the heat of my native Spain. This is foul work indeed, to change the very seasons so suddenly.

I would speak with a priest, if one is available after all. I have been unable to find one yet.

It is the same dream as always. Arthur, beloved Arthur of Wales, is there. The garden is lush and vibrant. It bears fruit and flower in abundance, even the ensalada, salad vegetables he once promised she could plant. She, Katherine, is dressed in the Moorish garb they used to wear in the Alhambra, that she had shown Arthur just once, that one ( Read more... )

[Once Katherine has recovered her dignity - she will not do anything unbecoming of a princess of Spain and Queen of England - she speaks directly to the populace through the (rather amazing) device she has found (which she has decided she will not inquire too deeply into the workings of).]It cannot be God's will that I am here. God has brought me ( Read more... )

* = left Adstringendum

Please comment if there's anyone I've missed, OR if you'd like me to elaborate on Katherine's relationship with someone specific. ♥

( cut for length! )