The Mythical Heroine of Tudor

In a time of myths and magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rested on the shoulders of a young girl who longed for nothing but to find true love.

Time-travelling across centuries would be her unwilling and unprepared journey into the unknown for a destiny she never knew was already meant to happen.

Will her dazzling desire for love and a twist of passion for self-discovery and heroism become the winning mix for this lone time-traveler?


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Matilda woke up with a pounding headache. She looked around and found herself in a place that looked like a stone bridge.

Where am I? She wondered. Where is this place? It looks strange.

The dress Matilda was putting on looked strange to her. She looked down at it. It was green, with a cinched waistline, and it billowed out till it reached her ankles. It had lace trimmings on the sleeves and the hem. Even the footwear looked out of place. It was a flat sandal with ropes that were almost up to her knees.

Is this a costume? Who is playing pranks on me? She thought.

She tried to stand up, but she could not. Her whole body ached.

“Who is here? I need help!” She cried out, but there was no answer.

Matilda tried to remember how she had gotten here, and the memories came flooding back.