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Katherine Howard leaned back on her desk chair and pondered over the lyrics she had just written for her song.
All you wanna do
All you wanna do baby
Is touch me love me
Can't get enough see
All you wanna do
All you wanna do baby is
Please me squeeze me
Burst and abuse me
She looked at the last phrase of the chorus and tapped her pen. It was a bit dark if she was being honest, but then again the subject matter of her song was the entire point of it all. To just show them how much she has gone through all those years all the while barely reaching adulthood without any guidance.
Katherine wasn't exactly sure what made her wrote the phrase. The words did make sense to the tune that she was making up in her head, in line with the song's beat and progression. But still, what was it?
She skimmed over her notes, scribbles and crossed out lyrics on it yet she can still make out the choruses. Mannox, Dereham, Henry, and Thomas, all of them included in her solo, as well as the actions they took at her. At Mannox's chorus, she noted the age difference between them; her barely entering her teenage years while he loomed at her with seniority. At Dereham's, the ache she felt after completing a task for him. For Henry's, well, there's not much to say that hasn't been proven by historians, besides the fact that he made her thought she was finally at the place she was meant to be, where she rightfully belongs. Although she was too late to realize he already has his sights on her to take on next.
Thomas... Thomas' verse is where she felt the most betrayal. Katherine thought she finally had a friend in court, a confidant outside her circle of false smiles and pretenses. The two shared stories, meet-up at secluded areas to escape from duties, stood by one another for support.
That was what she thought.
She thinks back to those, their touch, their stares, their voices still taunting her at the back of her head. She makes the effort of pushing those all away and focus back at the task at hand.
Tearing her gaze from her table, she settles on watching outside her window, idly noticing a bee landing on some of the potted plants she had placed there. The bee seems to be doing something to her roses (a rose without a thorn he did say, she thought dryly) and a few seconds later, it flew away.
Now that got her thinking.
What was that phrase that people use nowadays to explain intercourse?
A quick Google search later and she crossed out the phrase "burst and abuse me" to something a little more tamed to replace it.
All you wanna do
All you wanna do baby
Is please me squeeze me
Birds and the bees me
Was it a bit more childish than intended? Yes. But that was the intention after all.
Katherine Howard was practically a child when all of those happened to her.