May 19th, 1536.
I was not permitted the luxury of grief for Henry. I had to secure Edward’s position quickly and absolutely. Already there were rumors of rebellion in the North. Seeing the chance of a woman on the throne, instead of a young boy, I was reminded of the death of Edward IV and Edward V’s subsequent disappearance. Elizabeth Woodville had insisted her young son be accompanied to London by a strong army, and she had wept when her suggestion was dismissed. Indeed, I was spoken of often as a second Elizabeth Woodville, and I knew this. But I would not have the sad fate of this queen, not if I could help it.
Thus, I asked the Army accompany myself, my son, and my train into the city of London for my son’s coronation as King Edward VI. He would wear the robes of state. I wondered about a date for the coronation. The month was May, the same month that, just three short years ago, I had been crowned as Queen of England
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