I changed some of the years a little. Henry is now only 3 years younger than Catherine. Ann is also a bit older, Charles is the saame and Mary is born in place of her brother, Henry, who died within the month. Hope you don't mind.

Summary…..

After the birth of his daughter Mary, King Henry decides he has had enough of the queen. With the death of three children already and Mary being a sickly child; Henry knows it is time to move on and he has eyes for Ann Boleyn. Catherine is scared and lonely; does anyone come to her rescue?

Queen Catherine- 16 December, 1485- 29 years

Charles Brandon- 17 April, 1484- 30 years

Henry VII- 28 June, 1488-26 years

Anne Boleyn- 16 December, 1496- 18 years

Princess Mary- 18 February, 1514- 8 months old

HENRYHENRYHENRYHENRY

October 1514

Yet again Henry had turned his back on her. It was a simple question. A question that should not be asked by a wife, she should feel some sort of pride and happiness when asking; in fact she should not be asking at all, it should be a natural thing between them, but then again, this was her life. Catherine looked at the half eaten dinner Henry had abandoned before he left her chambers before looking towards hers. She too had not eaten. She had spent the whole time during dinner, trying to please the king in any way she could. She was dressed nicely, in a beautiful red dress, her hair was let down and she wore some of her finest jewelry. Still, he did not look at her. He mumbled something about being pleased that their daughter Mary had recovered from a cold, but after that he was silent.

Catherine got up from her chair and headed into her bed chambers, a few of her ladies following her. She changed into her chemise and got into bed ready to fall asleep. After all Harry wouldn't be visiting her bed chamber. He hadn't since before Mary. Catherine knew he had mistresses, it was not like she liked it, but she accepted it. As long as he was happy; she cared so much for him, she loved him so much that she let these things happen, even if it made her totally unhappy and alone, she was content with crying herself to sleep every night as long as Henry was Happy.

Henry waited anxiously in his chambers; he had just sent someone to give Anne Boleyn the jewels he had bought for her. He really hoped she liked them, he would do anything to please his Anne, she was the light of his day. Every time he was angry about something, the picture of Anne's face in his head made him smile. She was a true rose, his rose.

A knock came and a servant boy came in and announced Anne. Henry got up happily and walked towards the beautiful girl that just came in

"Your Majesty" She curtsied

"Anne" Henry said pulling her up and as he placed her hand on his chest "My dear Anne, how did you find your gifts?"

"Your majesty is too kind. I came here myself to show my appreciation" Henry smiled

"I am very glad you like them. Come and sit" He said, but the girl shook her head

"Your majesty knows it is late and I should be in my own chambers" She said smiling slyly

Henry smiled and held her close. He lifted up her chin and kissed her gently. His heart ran marathons when he kissed her. Her soft lips gently following the lead of his. He knew she wanted to keep her virtue for her husband, how jealous he got when he thought of the possibility of someone else having his Anne.

No! He thought he would be the one to have her; she was his and his only. He just had to find a way to get rid of Catherine.

By December Henry made it known that he wanted a divorce from Catherine. It was a bit deal in court as Anne was given bigger chambers and more fancy dresses. The number of ladies in waiting for the queen had decreased while those for Anne increased.

Anne had more and more power every day. The king was so fascinated by her that he did anything she asked. The routine dinners Henry had with Catherine had stopped, she was not permitted to attend any of the banquets as Anne was the lady with the King. Catherine grew more and more wary. Praying and asking God to return the sweet boy she had once fallen in love with and married. She prayed Henry would come to his senses and stop fighting everyone in Rome for a divorce. Yet everyday was the same. She would be alone in her misery except for the few visits from her true friends Thomas More and Ambassador Chapuys.

Today Catherine put it on herself to go and seek the king. Many stared at her as she walked the halls, for she was not a regular sight to see as of late. With her head held high she walked toward her husband's office.

Not waiting for the doors to be opened for her Catherine made her way into Henry's Office only to See Anne on his lap kissing him.

Though Henry claimed he did not care About Catherine, He hated her seeing him with Anne. He quickly pushed Anne of him and stood up to face Catherine. She had hard look in her eyes and she tried to act like she felt nothing, but Henry could see passed that. He could tell the sad look on her face and the anger in which she looked at Anne.

"How can I help you Catherine" He asked

"Your majesty I wish to speak with you alone" She said looking at Anne with so much hatred.

Anne smiled meekly; Henry would never send her out. He had recently told Thomas Cromwell that he could say anything he needed to say in front of her. She had him wrapped around her finger so well, that she herself could not believe she had gotten this far, but she received the shock of her life when she heard him say

"Anne, leave us" Anne looked between them, not failing to see the slight smile on Catherine's lips. She dipped a small curtsy and left the chambers.

"How is our daughter" Henry asked taking his sit behind the desk

"She is well, she has even began to take her first steps" Catherine smile proudly at the thought of her daughter and Henry smiled slightly, reminding himself to visit his only child more often

"What is it that you wanted to say" He asked going back to business

Catherine sighed heavily and walked closer to him before falling on her knees. Henry's eyes widened at the act.

"Husband, I beseech you to please think about what you are doing. All these years I have been an humble and kind wife to you and I have never asked you for much." Henry knew she was speaking the truth. She had done everything right but give him a son. "I have loved you all these years, even when you had mistresses I said nothing, I still continue to love you, even after your illegitimate children were born. I beg you please Husband, do not do this. Do not go on with this divorce-"

"Who are you to tell me what I should and should not do!" Henry snapped. He knew it was unnecessary, but he was always soft on Catherine, he had to let her know her place.

"I am your wife" She said. Her voice strong

"I tell you woman, leave here immediately before I lose my temper" He growled, but Catharine did not move, instead she held his hand and his eyes softened, his anger leaving him

"Henry please, don't you see how much I love you. can't you see the Boleyn's are using you, Anne and her father their just using you to their advantage. You cannot be stupid to fall for it" Henry got angry again and before he knew what he was doing he slapped her. Catherine fell to the ground. Tears coming to her eyes, but she fought them.

He had never hit her before.

Henry looked surprised by his actions and immediately went to Catherine's side and lifted her up to her feet. Her eyes refused to meet his and him, too proud to apologize said "It won't happen again"

Catherine curtsied and left the room. She walked back to her chambers trying so hard to hold on her tears, she let no one see her face as she tried to use her Vail to hide her reddening cheek. Her head down, she walked five steps ahead of her ladies before turning around

"Please leave me" she told them and they all obeyed.

Catherine walked into the nursery to see her daughter. Mary happy to see her mother lifted up her arms to be picked up. Catherine carried her little girl and told the ladies in the room to leave her.

Holding her little girl close to her Catherine could not help the sobs that escaped her lips. Tears fell freely from her eyes. Why did her life have to be like this?

So how did I do? This is my first attempt to write a Tudor story, so please review. I hope I did not fail. As you can tell already many events are not going to follow the actual timeline. Forgive me if that upsets you. I hope as I get further into the story I would get better. Oh! Charles would be in the next chapter.