AN: Okay, this was a oneshot idea that refused to die and was written in about 15 minutes so forgive the lameness of it. I usually don't write Elizabeth, due to the fact that I HATE Anne and Henry and also Elizabeth because of what they did to Princess Mary and/or Queen Katharine of Aragon but for some reason I really adore the little Elizabeth/Princess Mary sister relationship. So this was written. Oh and for the record, I DO think Anne was guilty so if please don't flame me for my personal opinion:D
Can you imagine what it is like to wake up everyday with the knowledge that your father, the King of England, who you love and adore, killed your mother?
Well I can.
For me it is not a nightmare, it is a reality; I must face everyday knowing that I am without my mother, because my father left placed her in the Tower on charges of adultery and witchcraft.
And then commanded the swordsman to chop off her head.
They tell me that the King chopped off her head, rightly so, because she deceived my Lord father into believing that he was married to her.
But he was not, which means that I am the Lady Elizabeth, not a Princess, like Mary. I cannot remember my mother, just a flash of a yellow dress and the sounds of her laughter here and there.
Even those memories have begun to fade.
Those rare moments when I can persuade anyone to tell me about my mother, all they will say is that she was a witch and a whore. I dare not to criticize my father, even in my thoughts.
After all, he is the King, and all must obey him.
Especially I, who is no more than his bastard daughter and the daughter of a witch.
Or so they tell me.
But sometimes, when I dare, in my thoughts I question why the King had my mother put to death.
Was she really guilty?
Or did my father just want her out of the way?
I believe that she was not guilty.
If this is the only rebellion I can make, no matter how small, I shall make it gladly.
But I cannot even speak to my sister, Mary about this.
I have always told her everything, but I cannot mention this.
"Mary?"
"Yes, Bessie?" she asked patiently.
"Why will no one talk about my mother?" I asked curiously.
Mary stiffened.
"Why isn't she your mother too?"
She looked at me as though I had slapped her.
"Bessie" she said, forcing me to look into her eyes.
"Your mother was a very bad woman, she pretended that she was married to the King and she turned the King against my mother."
Mary looked like she was about to cry.
Elizabeth felt bad, she hadn't wanted to upset anyone, she just wanted some answers.
"Don't cry Mary" I pleaded, watching the lone tear make its way down her cheek.
"You must never speak of her again" Mary said, suddenly fierce.
"Not to anyone, do you understand Bessie?" she said shaking me slightly.
"Yes Mary, I promise" I said although I silently wondered I still wasn't allowed to speak of her.
Mary must be lying; my mama wouldn't do a thing like that and poison the King.
Would she?
Well, even if Mary didn't like her mother there was no reason why she and Mary couldn't be friends.
She adored Mary and Mary loved her.
When Elizabeth grew up she wanted to be just like Mary.
She was sure that they would always be the best of friends.