AN: This is just a trial. If I get enough feedback for this story then I'll continue but even then I am the worlds WORST updater so who knows. But if you like/hate please review.
Prologue
17th of November 1558
" Your Majesty you must sign!" it was like an echo of over 20 years ago only this time she was 'Your Majesty' instead of 'Lady Mary'. She turned her head away, who were these men, nobles yes, but they were not royal, to tell her what to do? Could she not have a few moments of peace before her death?
Apparently not, for they were still shoving the document under her nose.
" Majesty, we must know who the successor is going to be. It is of the upmost importance! You must declare Elizabeth your heir."
" Oh must I now?" Mary said, summoning all her strength for this one last speech.
" Must I give the throne to a young woman who has brought me nothing but heartache, who has created rebels in the hearts of my people and who yourselves and the Holy Father have all firmly declared as an illegitimate bastard." The privy councillors looked away from her angry face. They could not deny it.
" Did I not, with your help, pass a declaration declaring that my parents marriage was always legal and valid which the Holy Father himself supported and therefore that Elizabeth cannot inherit my throne?" she looked at each face in turn, daring them to challenge her.
" Yes Majesty. That is true but as Your Majesty knows the Lady Elizabeth is your fathers only other child, therefore she must be declared as next in line otherwise I fear that there will be civil war."
Mary could feel herself slipping away. She had no time to argue with these foolish men, she had to declare an heir. It was her duty.
" Elizabeth is a heretic, she pretends otherwise but I know it, you know it, indeed, all of Europe knows it. Do you think gentlemen, that she will concede to uphold the true faith which we have worked so hard to restore in this country?" she could see from their doubtful faces that they knew what the answer would be.
" Nonetheless, Your Majesty the only other choice for the throne is your cousin, Queen Mary of Scotland and France and although she is of the true faith and a direct descendent of your father she cannot become Queen of England, Scotland and France, the people would never accept it."
He held the parchment and quill out for her to take.
This was it.
They were right.
Elizabeth was the only choice.
She was signing away all that she and her mother had fought for.
Again.
It looked like she wasn't meant for a happy ending after all.
She closed her eyes for a moment fighting back the tears that threatened to fall as she remembered her life. She had failed in her task.
Her one purpose in this life was to become Queen of England and continue the Tudor line.
She had not had a child.
All those years of pain and misery for herself and for her mother were for nothing since she did not have an heir to pass the kingdom onto.
But Mary didn't cry.
Even after all these years she never cried.
The quill was poised over the parchment, Mary felt tired, so very, very tired.
" Mary." It was her mother's voice, clear as though she were in the room with her, though it had been years since she had heard it.
" Do not sign it. You have another chance. Do you want it?"
At that moment Mary didn't know whether it was her mother, God, or Satin himself, all she knew was that she agreed.
Did she want it?
Of course she did.
'Yes' she thought to herself.
' Oh yes.'
She closed her eyes and the world went dark.