Katherine Tudor 소설 & 이야기

It was intense that she felt like she wanted to vomit. ‘She really can’t control her temper when teaching’ Catherine thought but it was understandable that her mother wanted this to be perfect. She knew that Anita was thinking of the future career of her students and that she wants all of them to stand out in their own way. “Elena, polish your second arabesque.” Anita once again shouted and she knew that those ballet dancers won’t get their break anytime soon if they keep disappointing her mother. Catherine started to write a story for her thesis to support her hypothesis and to strengthen the foundation of her data. Tragedy had always been her specialty so that is what her thesis is about –

Katherine had been down to the Basement several times after Giselle had told her about the Clans, mostly so that Study could eagerly show off all of his very advanced computer equipment. Katherine could easily say that Study was the younger brother she never had and that she adored him as much as she would have if he had been her younger brother. He was always very open and honest in his own shy way so that Katherine had always felt that she could ask him anything.

Kaidon nodded. “But what does this have to do with me? Are you trying to say that the baby Katherine was pregnant with, might be me? But there's no proof of that.” I crossed my arms, trying to hide that the whole thing was creeping me out, “How did she even manage to kill Katherine and go scott free anyway?” I murmured. In the picture, Katherine was decked in designer clothing, even the way she carried herself with poise and elegance clearly shows that she comes from a very wealthy family that values etiquette.

“I came to greet my brother’s bride. Sorry I was tempted to look into your past and future.” “I needed to know the capabilities of our enemies.” she snorted, walking to the door. “Enemies?” “Sure. I’m certainly not your friend, Maya. There are three people you shouldn’t be friends with. The first is my mum, Zoraida, me, and my brother, Rufus.” she seethed, with a hateful glare. “I-I don’t even know you, Katherine or whatever your name is…” I scratched my head saying. “Now you do.” she said with a yawn. “They told me you’re the future Queen but it seems they’re mistaken. You know nothing about the palace.”

“Their Luna was Lady Mara Grant, and the High Lord now is her son, Lord Tristan. His mate is Lady Evelyn.” The tutor’s face brightened. “Correct.” A few girls turned sharply in their seats. He asked another question about the House of Aldercrest, and I answered again. And again. And again. Every detail I had crammed over the last few days poured out easily. Names, mates, ranks, territories, everything. The tutor was fully pleased. “Excellent work, Lady Katherine,” he said. “You see, everyone, this is how dedication looks.” The room stiffened. One of the girls scoffed under her breath. The tutor ignored her.

She doesn’t move back, but I can tell by the stuttering of her heart and the way she grips her chair that fear has her in its grip. “That can be arranged,” I say, then smirk as I walk away from her and call Valentine to take her back to her room. Little Katherine, the hunter who swore to kill creatures of the night and slaves of the moon, got aroused watching me drink another woman’s blood. I’m sure she’ll hate herself for that more than she can ever hate me.

She refused to reveal anything but started telling the truth after I ordered her as the princess. “Katherine was the moon goddess's special child who was born with magical powers. She got multiple mates but she decided to choose her true love Benjamin because of which her other mates tried to behave with her but she killed them. The people misunderstood Katherine and Benjamin and protested to send them out of the kingdom. When the truth was out Benjamin already died trying to save Katherine and Katherine died passing the kingdom to her younger brother who is your father's great grandfather.” she said and I felt bad for them. “That's it they died?” I asked sadly while she smiled and revealed,

Even at a glance, she could tell it was an antique, beautiful and expensive. “I--- I can’t accept this,” Katherine said. When she looked up again. The old woman was gone. As if she had vanished into thin air. “Lady Katherine.” A voice interrupted her thoughts. “The groom is waiting inside the cathedral.” One of her attendants gently guided her forward. Katherine stepped toward the cathedral doors as the flashes of cameras followed her every movement. Then she saw him. Standing at the altar in his immaculate military uniform. Lieutenant Colonel Richard Gordon. Tall. Handsome. Noble.

It was no secret that she did not possess a musical bone in her body, after many failed experimentations enforced by her parents at a young age. Faith concluded that this must have been William and Florence's sister, Katherine. She looked positively regal, fingers dancing along the keys in a calculated manner. She didn't look a lot like Florence or William – William definitely had taken after his father's Italian heritage, and Florence certainly resembled her brother, but Katherine looked very English. She continued to play the piano even as they entered into the room, her spine straight like a cane and expression neutral as though she were displeased. Florence whispered to Faith that Kather