Character: Brendan Prescott

You need to find your own way in the new world, where I had settled.

Her love gave safe haven from the turmoil of these days, from court guile and my secrets.

In the mirror I looked a stranger - and now that stranger was myself. But now I know who he is, and will be able to manage it.

We're supposed to be enemies, but time requires us otherwise.

Far above the shore loomed the tower, a silent guardian of London, perched on the lap of the river. I couldn't see, but they knew every inch of those gloomy walls to protect dozens of guns. In the rays of the setting sun weathered stones it seemed stained with rust or splattered with blood - a stark reminder that within these walls no one is willingly.

You're a monster. Have you ever wondered what are your Grand plans? She will have a crown on his head and a broken destiny. And Jane Grey? She never wanted this crown - now she may have to pay for her life!

Fortuna not to take a sense of humor: I was the one who initially lucky - and you! With all the ensuing consequences.

London - the place where it all began. Some eleven days ago, a naive young man, Brendan Prescott reverently looked upon this city and wanted to find happiness there. And what? All my life I longed to know the truth about who I am and where I came from. And now I'd give anything to turn back time and be a normal servant. Never belong to this world, where ladies of Royal blood betray to oblivion and censure, and of the kings courtiers bring to the altar of their own greed. In London, I await the answers to new questions, but whether they bring relief?

Fog shrouded the river Thames, the flimsy transparent veil. The day promised to be hot. In the distance, like a fairy tale of the beast in the morning sun loomed in London.

Appetite was not - and would it be available now? Nevertheless, I forced myself to eat. The body, in the end, is not to blame for my emotional turmoil.

Better to remain a servant in the stables, a bastard and a foundling than to be born in secret, to grow in obscurity and to spend a lifetime in the shadow and fear, hiding from all the truth.

I need to know the whole truth. I had to understand and accept something vast and important. I owe it to myself - at least for those endless children's attempts to understand who I am. And I owe it to the woman that saved my life, Mrs. Alice.

- And anyway, it's not fair to question that someone had no clothes on.
Only just thought about it? she laughed. - We talk for half an hour.

- Neither you nor Cecil simply left me no choice. I refuse to help you, and my body is already rotten to be on the bottom of the river.
- We always have a choice. You just choose what at the moment gives you more benefits.