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 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). Scotland
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
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… France