Kathryn Lasky

being banished. The dear Queen, Catherine Parr, convinced my father to bring me back from Hatfield. She told him that he must see me before he goes off to France. She is very kind, this new mother of mine

And because these thoughts are so secret, they must never be read and forever be hidden

I am sick to death of rabbit pie

have had five mothers in all. I have liked them all. I did not know the first of my father’s six wives. But I have liked all the others. T

Princess Mary is twenty-eight, and all she ever does is pray, and she never smiles.

That, in short, is my story of how I became invisible. I doubt I shall ever be queen, for it is very difficult for an invisible princess to wear a crown.

I am my father’s daughter. I do look the most like him and though I am not nearly of his size, I am of his stature.

I shall not merely fade and be forgotten – I shall most likely dissolve entirely with this weather.

am so lonely. I wonder if Father ever thinks of me when he is abroad and on campaign. I wonder if I was more lovable as a baby – before I could talk or sing songs with upsetting words

My mother’s beheading seems misty and not quite real to me, a dark fairy story