A/N: Welcome to Tudors: Second Generation story! This is pretty much spinoff of the fanfic: The Discarded Love. You probably will see a lot references to the previous story but to understand the storyline, it does not require you as it mainly focusing on Henry VIII's children. I hope you will enjoy and happy reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Tudors as it is a fantastic show. It's perfect as way it is. This is for fun purposes only.

Prologue- January 27, 1547

Henry groaned, which he moved his legs, which it leads him in total pain. He just turned his head as he did not want to face the fact that he does not have much time longer. He soon thought about his children. Mary who disgraced him by leaving her husband while she was pregnant with her second child, Tibby.

At least, she has a son, Harry, in case Eddie, Artie, Hal, Owen, Edm and Willy failed to sire heirs.

He just shook his head. Mary may disgrace her by being independent, but he can forgive her since Mary grew up just like her namesake aunt. At least, Mary had not gone further the trouble to marry someone that she chooses to. He took a deep breath in thinking how much he hoped that Edward will go forth with the plans of having Elizabeth to marry Maximilian, Holy Roman Emperor. Imagine that, Elizabeth will be a powerful ruler. Who thought that marrying Anne Boleyn and sired Elizabeth will bring England to the glory. Henry cringed at the thought of Anne. He should not have ordered her to beheaded. His thoughts were distracted by the messenger.

"Your Majesty, Her Majesty had safety delivered a daughter."

Henry smiled, even it is a girl. He finally had another daughter. He slowly got out the bed.

"Send the word that I'll be coming down in 15 minutes."

The messenger bowed to acknowledge which he ran to Catherine's bedchamber to inform that Henry will be on his way.

"No, She cannot receive any visitors," said Catherine's midwife to the messenger. Catherine stopped her, "Let him be. Meg, dress me." She is made into this role so damn sure she will make herself presentable to her husband. She chose the comfiest gown. As promised, Henry appeared in her bedchamber fifteen minutes later. Catherine was horrified at the fact how Henry was limping which she demanded him to lie down on her bed. The baby's nurse entered the room which Henry cannot help but fawn over the tiny baby girl.

"Does she have a name yet?" asked Henry which in hopes that she has one for her. Catherine nodded, "Since, I know you loved my half sister and she is one person that deserves to be remembered. What you think about?" Henry smiled as to show his approval that now his little Princess is named for her in memory. Now he can die in peace, but first, he wanted to see his little Princess.

January 28, 1547

"Richard. Please fetch the priest. I wanted to confess my sin for the last time." muttered was in his bedchamber as he was lying in agony. His servant nodded and fetched the priest which he entered the room. Henry sighed upon seeing the priest.

"Father, I think God punished me because of Isabella."

The priest remained silent, as showing that he is listening to him.

"Isabella. My Isabella. I'm so sorry."

He proceeded to sob which the priest comforted him, "Do you want me to get Catherine so you can apologize to her directly?"

Henry threw the stick that was sitting next to him, "NO! It's too late. She's long dead."

The priest sighed as he was getting confused. Last time, he knew that his newborn daughter is alive, but dare not to argue, "Your Majesty. Isabella is in somewhere better place and you will join her soon enough."

Henry soon wailed in the thought of his former love, Isabella who died of lumps many years ago.

"Please tell me that I wasn't being selfish that I named my a day old daughter after her even though Kate had named her in honor of her half-sister."

The priest nodded as he proceed to do last rites. Henry soon yelled out, "I trust in the merits of Christ. All is lost! Monks! Monks! Monks!" He quickly slipped unconsciousness. He saw Isabella smiling at him which she took his hand and began to dance to lively music. He no longer felt old and now he is a young and handsome man and in love with Isabella ever then.

Sir Edward Seymour ran into Prince Edward's bedchamber which he was out of breath.

"Long Live King Edward the Sixth!"

Edward woke up from his sleep which he had fear creeping in his throat. His father died way too early. He is nothing but nine years old. He was not ready to be a King.

Catherine had woken up to the bell ringing outside which she knew that there is the only way that it is ringing in the middle of the night. The King had died.

Oh no!

She proceeds to pick up her infant daughter which she cradled so closely to her breast. She hoped that Henry had some common sense to state that she is to receive the pension to oversee her son and daughter's households. Grabbing her robe, she quickly went to now King Edward's chamber in hopes that she can catch her before he is to ride away for his coronation. With a newborn in her arms, she barged into Edward's room.

"Mamma! I do not understand what this is going on?" exclaimed Edward. He was in tears while Edward Seymour was shouting him.

Catherine stopped her brother's screaming. She quickly checked her sleeping daughter in her arms.

"Be quiet, you will wake Bell. Screaming is not going to help this poor kid."

Edward just knelt down in shame while his nephew stood in fear. He never saw his stepmother becoming that angry before. Catherine smiled as she knelt down to comfort him.

"Edward, listen. Your father passed away and now it's your turn to become a King. I know it sounds scary but don't you want to be like Good King Edward VI?"

Edward nodded in the agreement which Catherine smiled, "Great. I knew you could do it. Now, your first duty as a King is to go with your uncle. He will teach you how to become a good king."

Edward hugged his stepmother which he whispered, "Why you couldn't teach me how to be a good king?" Catherine chuckled which she whispered back to him, "I have to oversee Artie, Hal, Owen, Edmmy, Willy and Bell's households, but I will teach your future wife how to be a good Queen. I promise." Edward smiled in knowing that things will go fine and he will make a grand King that her stepmother had a faith in him.