Ok, so this is my attempt at a Tudors story. It starts (officially) shortly before Mary is born and ends shortly before Mary gets married (or around then. Haven't really decided yet.)

So, my readers, I give you my OC fanfiction, The Snowflake Princess.

Edited Jan. 2, 2015

"Push, Your Majesty! The baby is almost here!" They had been saying that for the past 9 hours. Elizabeth was exhausted. She struggled to bring this baby into the world in the heat of summer, and she knew that if it was dead, Margaret (her bitch of a mother-in-law) would never let her forget it. She had given the country 2 sons, but more were always welcome. Elizabeth pushed one last time, then collapsed back onto the pillows.

A baby's cry wailed for a few seconds, then silenced. Elizabeth's heart broke. No. Please God, don't let the baby be dead.

"A beautiful baby girl, Your Majesty. A strong, healthy baby girl. She will not cry, It is as if she knows she is a princess already!" Elizabeth held her arms out to see her baby. Bright blue eyes fluttered around the place before focusing on her mother's face.

She captured the queen's heart in that moment.

The king arrived after the queen had been cleaned up and the sheets had been changed. He saw the child in her arms and a smile on her face.

"I take it we have a living child then, my dear?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. We have a health, strong girl." She hung her head at the fact that she failed to produce another son.

"Do not be sad, my dear. She is a darling baby." He took the baby into his arms. The baby looked him dead in the face, wearing a neutral face. "She is a diplomatic baby! Not letting any emotions show! She knows she is a princess only hours after birth!"

"Seconds, sir. She stopped crying only seconds after she was born." The couple smiled at each other and held each other's hands for a few seconds before the King's mother walked in and demanded to see the child. Henry held up his daughter and the baby stared Margaret Beaufort hard in the face before making an unpleasant pout.

"Another girl! Elizabeth, we need a boy, not a girl!" Henry looked at his mother with a hard, displeased look. "We already have 2 sons mother, I am most happy to have another daughter to call my own."

"Well, since the child lives, we must call it Margaret." the King's mother had sneered at the child as if it was the most unpleasant thing she had ever seen.

"We already have one daughter named Margaret, we will not have another."

"Henry, you could always have 2 daughters named Margaret, after your mother."

"Lady Beaufort." Margaret looked stunned at Henry, he only called her this when he was furious at her. "We have one Margaret, at your demand, we will not have another." He clasped Elizabeth's hand again. "In any case, I think we shall call her Sarah, after Abraham's wife. She is a princess, and has shown it from birth." Henry stroked his tiny daughter's face, and she cuddled into his arms. "Sarah Elizabeth Catherine Anna Jane Tudor."

Later on that day,when the other royal children came to see their new sister, Harry, not even a year old, was fascinated by the fact that he had a new playmate. He gently pat her face and kissed her forehead.

That moment sealed the two together forever. Henry and Sarah. Brother and sister. Companions for life.

SARAH POV

I stepped out of the carriage, my black cloak and gown pooling around my feet, shielding me from the October winds. It had been almost 8 years since I had seen Henry, and 14 years since I had seen Katherine. Thomas More came out and saw me, and he bowed to me. I pulled him to his feet and hugged him, enjoying the warmth and papery scent coming from my old tutor. Words didn't have to be said, and he took my hand, and guided me to the king's presence chamber. My cloak was covering my face so nobody knew who I was. I stood near the entrance way, and heard Thomas talking to Henry.

"Your Majesty, there is someone who I would like to present to you."

"Thomas, is this person so important that you would present them yourself?"

"Your Majesty, It is an honour to present this lovely lady. May I present to you The Snowflake Tudor, Her Royal Highness, Princess Sarah Tudor, Dowager Queen of Iceland." I walked in and removed the hood of my cloak, and looked up at Henry with my clear blue eyes. I swept a deep curtsy.

"Your Majesty. It is an honour to be back in the court of my birth. I hope you are in good health."

"My dear sister. My sweet baby sister. My snowflake sister." He pulled me into a hug. "I have missed you. I am sorry for the loss of your husband." He looked me up and down. "You have grown into a woman in your absence. Black suits you, though it is sad to see you in it. Know you will be given every comfort and kindness in your time of sorrow."

I gave him a sad smile, then looked around. "Where is the Queen?"

"She is lying in, Sarah, waiting for the birth of our son."

"Could you take me to her? I wish to visit." Henry held out his arm and I gently put my hand on it. We walked along long corridors to the queen's chamber, where Henry left me. I curtsied to him again and walked in. The room was dark and stuffy, as was the custom of English confinement. In Iceland, fresh air and light was always let into the rooms, as there it was thought to strengthen the child. There was a group of ladies sewing clothes for the child, and the bible was being read. Katherine was nowhere to be seen.

"Who are you? What are you doing in the queen's rooms?" One woman stood up.

I looked at the woman. She looked like a snobby bitch.

"I am here to see her majesty."

"Well wait until she's out of confinement. She does not want to see you." She tried pushing me out of the room, until I whirled around and slapped her hand off me.

"Woman, show some respect to a Princess of England." Immediately when I said that, the rest of the women went into deep curtseys. That lone woman was defiant.

"There are no princesses with the king at the moment."

"Boleyn, you ignorant woman, that's the Princess Sarah!" Another woman hissed. The Boleyn woman swept into a shallow, mocking curtsy.

"Go back to your sewing, Ladies. I must speak with her majesty." A young girl took my cloak. I thanked her, then went into Katherine's room. It was darker, and Katherine was struggling to get up from the prie diue, her stomach large. I rushed over and helped her to her bed, and when she had settled, she looked at my face and saw it was the sister she had not seen since her wedding to Arthur.

"Sarah! Oh Dear Sarah, How you've grown!" We hugged each other, and Katherine leaned back onto the pillows. This pregnancy was draining her. "Why are you here and not in Iceland?"

"My husband died. We had no heirs," We actually never consummated our marriage, as he was impotent, but that was something that didn't need to be mentioned. "So his brother took over. He doesn't like me, so I came home." I smiled. "Rest. I will be back later to dine with you privately." She smiled at me.

"Thank you." She leaned back and closed her eyes. I gently covered her, and silently left.

The young girl handed me my cloak, which I put on and I walked out, saying goodbye to the ladies, where a young man was standing, apparently waiting for me. He bowed.

"Your Highness, I am here to escort you to your rooms." I gently tilted his head up, so his dark chocolate brown eyes looked me in the face. This was a man of no more than 25 years. "What is your name?"

"My name is Charles Brandon, your highness."

"Plain Charles Brandon, no Sir, no title?"

"No Ma'am."

"Well then, Mr. Charles Brandon, shall we walk to my rooms?" He held out his arm, where I gently placed my pale hand. We walked in silence to my new rooms, which had the same layout as the queen's, but smaller. Charles bowed and left to go back to my brother. I walked into my room, which had a large bed, a mirror, a fireplace and a desk. Another door lead to a smaller room with a set of chairs. I sank into one of these chairs for a few minutes when I realised I had to ask Henry about my ladies in waiting. I got up and went out to my presence chamber to see Charles Brandon with 5 ladies in various colours.

"Your Highness, these are your primary ladies in waiting. More ladies in waiting will be appointed to you at a soon. His majesty apologizes for not having a proper group of ladies ready for you." He bowed and moved to leave the room, but I motioned for him to stay. I turned to my ladies.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice. Remember to serve God in all things, and be honest and true." They all curtsied and went about their various duties, unpacking my things and such.

I sat down in a chair in the room, and motioned for Charles to sit opposite me and help me understand how the Tudor court ran, as I was sure that it was different from how Father ran it.

How was it? Any recommendations? Ideas?