On 8 July 1617, a cart rolled into the Place de Grève in Paris with a woman inside it. She had spent thirty years within reach of the French queen’s hand. The crowd was there to watch a witch die.
Margaret Tudor was five years old when they promised her to a king sixteen years her senior. She was thirteen, and newly motherless, when she finally left to marry him. On the eighth of July 1503 she would say goodbye to her father for the last time.
Henry VIII had given her a "Rough Wooing" since she was barely old enough to walk. His son continued it. On the seventh of July 1548, Scotland promised its five year old queen to France. She was some seventy miles away and did not know it was happening.
A king died at Chinon, broken by the first name on a list of rebels. When the news reached his wife's gaolers they did not wait for permission. They let her go.
A fifteen year old boy died at Greenwich on the sixth of July 1553. His death put three women on a collision course none of them had chosen. Two would soon become queens. The third would watch and wait.
She arrived in France at sixteen unable to speak French. Two years later she learned that the man she had married had ordered the massacre of thousands of his own subjects. She asked for her book of hours and prayed for him.
She was born in the Tower of London. Six years later her mother had her father murdered. A year after that, she was given away. She was seven years old.
She was seven when her father died and the king sold her wardship to a man who would eventually decide to marry her himself. She was fourteen when that happened. She had no say in it.
She was ten years old when her brother-in-law tried to put her in a convent. He did not do it out of piety. He did it because if she took holy vows her inheritance would pass to him.