Katherine was humbly the daughter of Prince Henry the Earl of Snowdon, the fourth in line to the throne.
A lady in her own right.
She spent most of her time relaxing and enjoying her rather uptown girl life and travelled the different parts of England without much of a trouble. Except perhaps, when vexing her dear father’s poor soul.
Right now, she was enjoying a Saturday at a posh little café with a hot cup of cocoa and a strawberry souffle. She was rather far away from home, but her father would forgive her. He always did.
She had been the third in line until the birth of a young baby boy when she was three years old. He made his way to be the heir to the throne. Katherine loved him dearly, the young baby had clung to her finger during her visit on his baptism and she made a vow th
