"Come, go, bring me the princess, what is it like!" said a bearded man to the servant, standing in a room on the third floor.

"Yes, honorable king. A few servants replied and immediately withdrew.

"Augustus, come in, you take someone to do the man just now, you must be unaware, understand?" the big man issued another order.

"Yes, honorable king. "A red-haired knight took the order.

This man was King Henry VIII, who was also Mary's father.

Just a few hours after the order was given, on the edge of a cliff, "I didn't think that old thing would be so anxious and unscrupulous, you want to take my head back to life?"

"My lord, what now?" asked one of the knights.

"What else can I do? Go back to your life, such a high cliff, how can you jump off it and live," the red-haired knight said and rode away from the cliff on horseback, galloping towards the castle.

"It's been a year, where the hell is he? No matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you, for you to come back. Every day, Mary would sit by the window, look at the sky in the distance, and whisper this softly. Slowly, one year, two years, ten years, the beautiful girl of the past has matured, and her face is getting older day by day. And that man never returned.

Casually passing by the mirror in front of the window, Mary looked at her already pale face, "No, no! I don't want to grow old, I want to keep my best self and wait for his return." With that, Mary knocked the mirror in front of her to the ground and ran out.

"Chatter...... Your Royal Highness, if you want to stay young, I have a way, you just need to bathe with the blood of a girl every night, and you can stay young forever and be so beautiful forever. An old, withered witch, with her hands like dead wood, stirred the black liquid in a large man, and said to Mary as she threw all sorts of disgusting poisons into it.

The picture turned, and it was already a cellar, full of corpses of young girls, and there was a pool in the middle, but it was full of scarlet blood, and there was a body of an upside-down girl hanging above, and the girl's throat had been cut, and the bright red blood was constantly flowing into the pool.

Mary stood up from the pool, her naked body greedily sucking the blood from her body like a desert traveler who hadn't eaten a drop of water for a long time. The pupils of her eyes had turned scarlet, and she slowly walked out of the pool and towards a mirror in the cellar, admiring her beautiful body. "I'm young again! when will you come back to see this beautiful skin?" said Mary, muttering softly, putting on her clothes and walking out of the cellar.

Seeing this, I already know that this is Mary's memory, but I don't know why I am seeing this, or if everyone else will see this. Looking at the beautiful body and face, I was not moved at all, the only thing I had was endless sadness.

The picture turned again, and I saw that the manor was full of corpses, some inserted in wooden stakes, some even hanging by the courtyard wall, and the sky was full of crows flying, "croaking", as if in celebration. And there was a quarrel inside the castle.

"Mary, what's wrong with you? what makes you so brutal, why are you still so young after all these years?" an old voice came, and the gray-haired and terminally ill Henry VIII was lying on the bed, his fat body trembling as he spoke, and he still didn't see what he had been.

"Father, you don't have to worry about that. For so many years, I have remained young, just to wait for his return and give him the most beautiful me. I'm willing to pay anything for that day. Mary stood in front of the mirror and admired herself, answering her father's words absently.