Punishing The Ungrateful Prince

Synopsis

My cousin, Margaret Howard, had grown weary of the confinement of palace life. She leapt into the lake in the royal gardens, leaving behind a five-year-old child, Henry Stuart, utterly alone in the vast and empty palace. After much back-and-forth, the elders in my family finally forced me into the palace. For over ten years, I did everything I could to shield Henry as he grew up, making enemies of many concubines and ladies. But on the day Henry ascended the throne, Margaret returned. It was only then that I realized her faked death by jumping into the lake was all just a setup. She couldn't stand the suffocating palace rules, but she couldn't bring herself to give up the luxury and privilege of palace life. Henry, the child I had raised for over a decade, gave me a cup of poisoned wine, so his real mother could stay in the palace openly and rightfully. Margaret took my place and lived it up as the King's mother, basking in all the glory and riches. When I opened my eyes, I was back in the fifth year after entering the palace. Ten-year-old Henry stood by my bedside, holding a bowl of warm chicken soup, gently urging me to drink it. But last time, it was this very bowl of soup that took my own child's life. "Lady Katalina, you've been sleeping all afternoon. Please get up and have some chicken soup to warm yourself up," Henry said. As those familiar words echoed in my ears once more, it was as if I had been back in time.