This is my first Tudors fic, please enjoy! (this will be based more off of history than the show)
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I know that I am to die. The Royal Physicians keep assuring me that my fever shall break soon and that all will be well but, I know that this is not destined to be.
I shall never see my beloved son grow into a strong and handsome Prince, an heir worthy of our great country. I will never experience the joy of being with my husband as we watch Edward participate in his first joust or when his household moves to Ludlow castle. I will not live long enough to relish in the fact that I am the revered Queen, mother of the heir to the throne.
No, this future is no longer mine. It is to be stolen from me by the cruel hands of illness.
Have I tempted fate? Is this it's revenge upon me? Am I to blame for this sickness? Many may argue the point while others are my strong advocates. Is this the price I must pay for my desire to please my family?
It is true that death will soon claim me, like I claimed the throne from my predecessor. However, my plight begs the question: Was I truly in the wrong? I made the king desire me, just as she had once done. I was the cool ice to sooth her burning flame.
I will admit that my intentions were not purely noble. My family was and still is as ambitious as any other. And I, the obedient daughter, did whatever I was told to do so that I could help better us. When my tale was set into motion, I had no way to know that it would end in her death. How could I have?
One might wonder why I reflect upon these thoughts in my final hours; I find them uniquely appropriate. I may die the Queen of England but, I was born as a mere nobleman's daughter. The road to where I am now was not easy and it is filled with things that I myself am not proud of. Although they were essential in my family's grand scheme of things.
I obeyed and now I must pay the highest price. I enticed the King and now I must pay the highest price. I allowed an innocent women to be killed and now I must pay the highest price. I have given birth to a son, the rightful Prince of Wales, and now I must pay the highest price.
It is my dying wish that someone know my side of the story so that they may draw their own conclusions of me. I beg of you, do not judge me too harshly, for obedience has always been of utmost importance to me and I did not always have the choice to do what I wished to do.
Decide for yourself: Was I simply a victim of circumstance thrust upon the world stage? An obedient daughter doing what was expected of her? Of perhaps a conniving harlot fighting for the throne?
Am I to be remembered in a positive or negative light? Only you can decide.
This is my story, the life of Jane Seymour, wife of King Henry VIII, and the Queen of England.
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What did you think? Normally my chapters are longer than this, this was just the intro to it all. Should I continue this story? Please review and let me know!
Have a wonderful day! :)