(above portrait is of a young Catherine of Aragon)
Now that I’m no longer in between novels, I finally feel
like things are back to normal. Except
that they aren’t. Instead of working on
my next teen fiction, I’m researching the early 1500s for the setting of my
next series; a Tudor Murder Mystery series for adult readers under a pen name
(which will be disclosed upon release of book 1). The main character will be/is fictitious, but
the story revolves around historic events, so although it’s a fiction, I
absolutely must get the setting and history right. Which means a lot of research, which I love
doing.
I’ve always wanted to write a whodunit and I’ve always
wanted to explore the Tudor era in more depth (the Masters degree was in Early
Medieval Archaeology, so anything past Conquest was too late for me). Now that I’m more engaged with the latter
medieval, I find myself getting sucked into the era. The more I learn, the more
I want to know.
Which brings us to 1513, the year my novel is set. I knew a bit about the first wife of Henry
VIII; that she was treated pretty roughly towards the end when his wandering
eye took his interest (and hopes for a son) to Catherin’s lady-in-waiting, Anne
Boleyn. I also knew she bore many children although only one survived (to
become Queen Mary). I didn’t know that
she’d been assigned Regent for six months while Henry was away in France, that
heavily pregnant, she donned full armour, rode north to address her troops who
were due to invade Scotland. England had been at war with Scotland for
some time and she and her army won the war. Her child, however was born in
October and lived only 52 days. Small
wonder, reading about what she’d been through. Catherine of Aragon was much
more than just wife number 1. She was
the strength that the King depended on, trusted to run the country for him
while he was away. And that trust was
not misplaced (now if only she could have trusted him).
But Catherine of Aragon is not my protagonist – she’s just
part of the background tapestry of my setting. My main character is a young
woman of no real consequence. Her father
is a Lord, her fiancé is in France
fighting along side King Henry, but her life is about to make some unexpected
changes. Not only is her fiancé reported fallen in the battlefield, but her
parents ship her off to the countryside to care for a bedridden great aunt that
she’s never heard of. And then there is
that body in the courtyard…