AN: This is sort of following the Young Royals series. I hope you enjoy it!
I was a bastard from the start. There was no doubt about it. My father, King Henry the VIII, had wrongfully loved another woman, who wasn't Queen Catherine, and she became pregnant with me. She gave birth to me, but in a few hours she was dead from childbirth fever. Ever since then, I've been a servant to the Queen. I'm 4 years older than Princess Mary, and she seems to have neutral feelings about me. It's not like I'm the next in line, so there's nothing to worry about for her. I have my father's red-gold hair, my mother's hazelnut eyes, and my mother's build-skinny but well developed. I also have my mother's personality. Quiet, outspoken, shy, and caring. The Queen though, treats me kindly. She feels bad for me. I've never had a mother, but the Queen treats me like I was her own daughter. My father, King Henry, doesn't care about me at all. It's like I'm not his offspring, like I was never born. But he will soon realize that I need him-and more importantly-he needs me. My story starts when I was four...
I sat in my room, watching the Queen from afar. She was about six months pregnant, but still looking beautiful. She was picking flowers in the garden, and I felt envy grow inside me. I wasn't allowed outside the castle, let alone my room. I turned away, but turned back, unable to keep my eyes away. She soon finished picking flowers and went into the castle. "Oh well. At least I can still look outside." I thought, unable to tear my eyes away from the beautiful garden. There was a knock on my door, and someone walked in.
"You seem lonely." the person said in a mixed accent of English and Spanish.
"I am lonwey..." I said, not able to properly say all my words right. I turned to look at the person, to find the Queen in my room, holding the flowers from the garden. My eyes widened, wondering what I had done wrong.
"It's quite alright. You've done nothing wrong." she said, as if she could read my mind. Her free hand rested on her swollen belly, which she wasn't afraid to show.
"But..." I started, but couldn't find any words to say. I looked down at the floor, a habit of mine when I got shy, nervous, or when I was being punished.
"I thought you could use some company." she said, brushing a loose strand of red-gold hair out of my eyes. "I thought you'd like these." she said, handing me the flowers.
"Tank you..." I said, mispronouncing another word. I grabbed the flowers and smiled. I noticed that the Queen looked so different up close.
"I'll be right back." she said, leaving. A short while later she came back with a vase filled with water. "For the flowers." she said, putting it on my small table.
I nodded and put the flowers into the vase. She then left, leaving me much happier that I had been.