Wednesday, 16 May 2012

History by Nick Johns

Radiant in her wedding finery, Princess Catherine beamed at her Prince.

The London crowd roared, troubles swamped by national euphoria.

"What are you thinking, Kate?”

“I'm thanking God that I don’t have to marry Harry, your oaf of a brother.”

Her young Spanish face shone.

“I'm so happy, Arthur Tudor.”

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