In the planning stages. Very very early planning stages.
Crystal Thorne: born a punk-rock princess in 1991, died a real-life princess in 1536. Or at least, that’s what she’s trying to avoid.
With her mother a European history professor at Yale and her father a physicist at Columbia, it's lucky Crystal’s escaped the Ivy League death-grip with her black-and-pink highlights intact. And when her dad is asked to leave Columbia because of his "radical" theories, the only downside she sees is no longer getting to scope the landscape of two universities (the "y" in Yale and the "um" in Columbia spell what? Yeah. Major hunk-fest). Then one of her dad's ex-students wants to see the contraption that got dad fired. One thing leads to another, and–
She steps on a platform. He pushes a few buttons.
And she wakes up staring at one of Thomas Cromwell's scribes.
Time travel, history, and sexy ye-olde scribes. What could go wrong?