Hear the Evil

Chapter I

My name is Abigail.

It means joy of the father.

But my mother was too frail.

Too frail to convince my father I can bring joy.

But here I am now.

Standing twelve years old.

Drawing a bath for a queen.

A queen dubbed a witch and a whore.

But she is beautiful.

Maybe that is why the king was drawn to her.

But beauty is a cover for many stories.

I will certainly miss Queen Catherine.

She was always so kind to me.

But she wanted to make England part of Spain.

The one thing I hid away from her.

Was my faith is different from hers.

My faith would get me called a heretic.

Or something even worse.

The words I hear throughout the palace.

They think I hear no words.

But I hear it all.

And I keep to all.

To myself.

And it breaks me so.