The crown sat on the velvet cushion like a sentence waiting to be read.
Catherine of York stood before the great mirror in the Queen's chamber and saw not her own face but the ghost of every woman who had worn this crown before her — Elizabeth, Mary, Bess — their eyes hollowed by the weight of a country that demanded their beauty and their silence in the same breath. She was twenty-three, a...
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