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.
Her daughter was queen for nine days and beheaded at sixteen or seventeen. Frances Brandon attended to the consequences, settled the estate, and remarried within months. She lived for another decade. History has never quite known what to do with her. Neither, probably, did she.
She was queen for nine days. She had not asked to be. On the morning of her execution she was blindfolded and could not find the block. She said quietly, where is it, where is it, and someone guided her hands to it. She was sixteen or seventeen years old. She had spent the nine days writing letters asking to be allowed to go home.