Henry VIII had built a court to end his marriage. Catherine refused to recognise it and appealed over his head to Rome. The Pope took the matter out of Henry's hands.
She had waited seven years to be crowned. When the procession finally came, it rained so hard she had to shelter under a draper's stall. London dressed itself in cloth of gold and crowned her queen the next morning anyway.
Six months earlier she had been seven miles away while another woman sat in her chair. On the twelfth of June 1530 she said so to Henry's face. He left the room without a word. There were six more years of it still to come.
She rode through a January blizzard to reach a dying woman the king had forbidden her to visit. She had been riding for Katherine of Aragon for thirty-five years. She was not going to stop for Henry Tudor or a snowstorm.
She was born on the 16th of December 1485 at the Archbishop's Palace of Alcalá de Henares, the fourth surviving child of Isabella I of Castile and Ferdinand II of Aragon, and the world she was born into was the most formidable political construction of the late fifteenth century.