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Beware, Princess Elizabeth Carolyn Meyer Beware, Princess Elizabeth is a work of fiction based on historical figures and events. Some details have been altered to enhance the story. HarperCollins Children’s Books A division of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street, London SE1 9GF First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsChildren’s Books 2003 First published in the USA by Harcourt Brace & Company 1999 © Carolyn Meyer 1999 Carolyn Meyer asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books. HarperCollinsPublishers has made every reasonable effort to ensure that any picture content and written consent in this ebook has been included or removed in accordance with the contractural and technological constraints in operation at time of publication Source ISBN: 9780007150304 Ebook Edition © MAY 2010 ISBN: 9780007389445 Version: 2016-08-11 For Elizabeth Van Doren – inspiration, archeditor, and friend Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE The Death of My Father
CHAPTER THREE The Lord Admiral
CHAPTER FOUR Suspicion of Treason
CHAPTER FIVE King Edward’s Court
CHAPTER NINE The Queen in Love
CHAPTER TEN Rebellion and Treachery
CHAPTER TWELVE Elizabeth, Prisoner
CHAPTER FIFTEEN King Philip’s Departure
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN King Philip’s Return
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The Death of the Queen
The Tudors Hatfield, Hertfordshire, England 17 November 1558 THERE WAS A TIME, long ago, that I loved my sister. There may have been a time that Mary loved me. But that all changed. It had to, given who we were: the daughters of Henry VIII. Our father at times adored us but often shunned us and occasionally nearly forgot us. We were not the sons he desired. Worse: I am the daughter of the woman Mary hated most in the world. She never forgave me for who my mother was: Anne Boleyn, who took the place of Mary’s mother as queen. When I was born Mary was forced to be my servant – not an easy thing for a proud young woman of seventeen. How she must have loathed that! But then, before I reached my third birthday, my mother was dead, her execution ordered by my own father – and Mary’s. Yet, in spite of all, it seemed for a time that Mary was truly fond of me – before she turned bitter, before she recognised that we were enemies. My path to the throne has been long and fraught with peril. Now I am ready to follow in the footsteps of my father, England’s greatest king. Mary, who hindered me at every turn, will soon be forgotten. But I promise you, history will remember me, Elizabeth, not for who my father was, or my mother or my sister, but for myself.
