DISCLAIMER: Copyright infringement not intended, this idea is original and came from the great lady vignettefrom her video where Katherine of Aragon is mother to Henry and Thomas is an acquaintance of hers, who comes to Court only to discover a horrible truth he knew but denied, I ALSO DON'T OWN THE STEAMY HOT SHOW OF THE TUDORS, IF I DID, HENRY FITZROY WOULD NOT HAVE DIED SO YOUNG, THEY MESSED IT UP!!

here : RESPONSIBLE FOR ORIGINAL IDEA, THANK YOU VERY MUCH LADY VIGNETTE, YOU ARE THE REAL CO AUTHOR AND AUTHOR BEHIND THIS, WITHOUT THAT IDEA I would not know what to put.

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Thomas More portrayed by Jeremy Northam, all the Tudor character portrayed by the same people, except young Catalina, she will be played, well imagine Amy Lee instead of her.

Katherine of Aragon instead of being born on December of 1485, born months before, but at the same year that for purposes here that suit my story and the prophecy written about her which states,that a girl born on foreign soil would come to England unwed in virgin clothing and as soon as she would enter the land and meet the chocolate brown eyes of said man to be her lover and betrothed she would bore a son who would become the next fated King of legend. Henry.

Thomas More will be born on a different date, sorry guys this is done to fit the story, I promise that when this come novelized I will put the correct date bith, meanwhile sthe date will be 1480, he will be 5 years older than her and almost have the same birthday as she is celebrated the months next to his, on the exam date or number.

December 1st, 1500

It was the year of our Lord Savior when a young black hair girl came to the shores of the enchanted Land of England, a small island where it was surrounded by seas and legends that touched every men's heart, the moment she set foot from her boat along with all her ladies, all the men stood gasping at her beauty, she was a princess, everybody said, a true princess and Spanish Bride. Her hair was so black that the sun shone brightly and sparkled, almost making an angelic halo, her eyes were blue as the sky above them and her smile was one that enchanted every men and even women to fall on their knees to worship their new arrival, who was nothing short of a Goddess that came to English soil like a blessing.

Catalina, young Catalina as her mother called her, landed on the dreadful and yet amusing island called England, it was very strange and also it's people as far as the little Infanta considered, they had to much air on their heads with the legends of King Arthur and Guinevere and Saint George, the Dragon Slayer and Saint Michel and so on, but yet as patient and regal as she always was, the way her mother taught her to be, she was willing to give them the wise benefit of the doubt.

After all, what was the point of being on an awful boat for more than three days, waiting to reach her future homeland when you just spat it like all you did to get here wasn't worth it? It was useless, she told herself, but with due times she would get used to the silly people of the Court and their customs, as well as theirs clothes to which, once she had power, she would gladly modify to fit her liking.

She walked through the halls of the Palace where King Henry VII greeted her with much enthusiasm, this was the second time he did this gesture towards her, she thought it was useless of him to do so, she was bred as a lady of decency and honesty and she would not bend over some man's filthy and rotten touches. He should know better, she thought with laughter.

The King was perplexed at her laughter, to which she responded in the most gallant manner to not insult him, that she thought no greater Court than his, and such riches, pearls as well as strange but valuable stones that she had never seen before in her tender life at Alhambra, the Kingdom conquered by her mother that once belonged to those savages of the Moors.

He smiled believing every silly and clever gesture he made to him, he seemed to love her conversation, a sentiment that she assured herself was not reciprocal in any way with his, she kept smiling nonetheless to make the old man think that she was enjoying her stay in his pathetic Court.

In reality she couldn't wait to meet the reason she came all this way to this puny island, the enchanted Prince Arthur, her betrothed whom she was promised since she was a babe, she awaited peacefully until the music ended, that is when she heard the trumpets singing loudly and the announcer tell in a high and deep voice.

"His Young Majesty! Prince Arthur of Wales"

A young boy no older than 15 came walking to the Court, immediately everybody but the King and Queen that is, bowed to him, he seemed to not care for such pleasantries and walk through carefully in a shy manner to meet with his father and his future wife, the young Catalina de Aragon from Spain who had come a long way to meet him. Best not disappoint her He thought.

He bowed to her in a courteous manner to show her off his acceptance towards their future marriage.

She reciprocated by nodding her head, and then proceeding to do the same by bowing to his presence.

Both smiled after a few seconds of serious demeanor, as if on cue all the Court of England and her private Court of Spain -her ladies and Duena- busted in applause and cheers. The King and his mother, Lady Margaret Beaufort, especially applauded and laughed the most. After having such a hard time putting her son in the throne, she was finally happy to see a strong and determined alliance between the Empire of Spain with that of England, not only will it mean the silly happiness of two young children, but also an invincible alliance which would make England greater than it had ever been before.

At last her work was complete, she felt she could die any moment after she witnessed these two giving the news in the months to come after their wedding that they were awaiting a child. A child who would be a boy, strong and firm with the strength and power to inherit two Kingdoms, that of England by noble and divine right and maybe, just maybe one day he would take by force the Empire of Spain, away from the clutches of that arrogant harpy, Isabel de Castilla.

Catalina did not need to stare to know that her future grandmother-in-law was watching with scheming eyes, back in England they had said it was her after all who had been responsible for her son having the Crown, the woman wanted to fulfill her ambitions of making England greater by marrying Catalina to the Pale-face Prince called Arthur Tudor.

She had agreed to marry her pale but yet handsome Prince Arthur Tudor a month from now, she had said that although it did bother her that they would not be married quickly as his father had promised her mother and father, that she would wait for him as was the duty of any loyal wife to wait for her husband.

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