I was born Infanta Catalina de Aragón y Castilla, the youngest daughter of Ferdinand II of Aragon and Isabella I of Castile. As a child of two, I was betrothed to Arthur Tudor, Prince of Wales and heir to the throne of England. Just before I turned 16, I became his bride and before Eastertide, five months later, I was a widow, without ever having been a wife.
Arthur was a sweet boy, but frail and so our marriage was never consummated. Almost at once I found myself again betrothed to the new Prince of Wales, Henry, Arthur's younger brother. Not a frail young man, but a child, five years my junior. I sighed and thought to myself that such was the lot of a princess. But as the years passed, Henry grew into a man and such a man as the world seldom sees.
I will not speak upon our married life yet, but to say, I loved him and I knew him as others will never know him. We held each other as we wept at the death of our son, a babe only 52 days old and those that followed who were only hours upon this earth. I knew such love from Henry, I know what history has made of him, but I know his heart. That wild, impetuous, lion's heart that beats within him and will make him a king to rival David.
As you have leisure to speak, I present myself to you, Catherine of Aragon, Queen of England.