Author's Note: This is my second attempt at a fanfic Also if I allow the Boleyn family to show up in the story they will be known by their other spelling of their name as Bullen.

Apart from Margaret I do not own any of the Characters

Prologue

15 Nov, 1493 Chateau de Clisson Castle in Clisson, Brittany

Anne Dreux-Montfort Duchess of Brittany and co-queen of France, wife of King Charles VIII had gone into labor in the early morning nearly 2 hours ago and was now close to delivering what was told to her and husband might be twins by a midwife.

Charles VIII sat waiting for word to come of the birth of the possible twins as 3 weeks ago his wife had summoned a midwife as she had felt the baby kick but on opposite sides of her stomach at the same time and according to the midwife it was very likely the Queen was carrying twins. Very soon the King and Queen's dearest son Charles Orlando would be a big brother to either a pair of brothers or a brother and a sister or a pair of sisters. They had already planned for it by that the first born child would be wrapped in green cloth and the second child in red cloth to not confuse them.

"Push your majesty, I can see the head." declared the midwife.

The Duchess/Queen nodded and continued to push until she felt the pressure release and a baby's cry filled the air.

"It is a girl your majesty." Anne smiled, she had a girl.

The baby was taken and cleaned and placed into a green blanket that had been chosen for the first twin born. 5 minuets later a lady-in-waiting brought the green blanket swaddled baby over and handed her to the Duchess/Queen.

Anne smiled as she looked down at her little girl, the baby had bright blue eyes and tufts of light auburn hair and very pretty and she reminded Anne a little of her mother Margaret of Foix and had a healthy look to her just like her brother had when he was born. She then handed the baby back to Lady-in-Waiting named Sophie as she felt a pressure build and then concentrated on delivering her other baby and began to push.

"I see the head, and the babe already has a head of hair."

Finally after another few pushes a strong loud angry baby's cry filled the air.

"It is another girl your majesty." said the Midwife.

Anne smiled in delight at the reality that she now had two daughters. She soon expelled the afterbirths and the bed was cleaned and she was changed and she sat back all the while listening to her new daughter continuing her loud angry crying thankfully meaning she was healthy and alert.

After a few more minuets a Lady-in-waiting approached with the crying bundle wrapped in a red blanket and handed her to Anne.

"Hello my dearest." Anne said.

After hearing the sound of her mother the baby quieted almost immediately and opened her eyes. Anne looked at her new daughter and she did indeed have a full head of hair that was black or rather ebony in color and she had warm brown eyes, Anne also noticed an almost spark of fire in her daughter's eyes and knew her daughter would have a mind of her own and be very spirited and strong willed. Anne was pulled from her musings by the door to chambers opening and her husband entered.

"I am told I have two beautiful daughters, my wife." declared Charles with a smile.

Anne nodded and looked at the Lady-in-waiting holding the eldest daughter. "Lady Sophie."

Lady Sophie stepped towards the King and presented him with the eldest daughter. Charles smiled and gently took his eldest daughter into his arms and looked her over and couldn't help but think she was beautiful. He stepped closer and sat down on the bed and looked over at the his younger daughter held in Anne's arms and the baby looked at him. He knew just by the look in his youngest daughters eyes she was going to be a strong willed woman when she grew up and a great beauty.

"What shall we name them." Charles asked.

"I want to name the girl you are holding Margaret after my mother, she reminds me of her a little."

"Margaret," Charles murmured looking at his daughter in his arms. "It is perfect, and the baby you hold."

Anne looked at her youngest daughter and into her eyes and she knew just what she wanted to name her.

"Anne, Anne Boleyn."

Charles blinked. So just like their son she would have an extra name but it seemed to just fit his youngest daughter.

"Then Anne Boleyn it will be, Anne Boleyn Valois."

To Be Continued

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