The year 1537
What if even you had the power to take back the world?
What if you that power now?
{{Taken from my own response to my challenge}}
if it succeeded?
The Rebellion of the Pilgramage of Grace was a success in this story, and we start not from the end or the beginning, but from the middle when Mary gave the gift to Robert Aske, what if Cromwell decided that Mary's use had overrun its course.
Mary had been trolling in her thoughts all day long, regardless of the outcome she would always remember Robert Aske as a man who had helped her father, why? Because he was making, she was sure, see that he was making a great mistake forcing the people on a religion they did not want. She prayed to God that her father would send that emissary, that man she solely believed was from Satan or the Devil straight to hell and strip him of all power and rank!
Mary believed there were evil men on this earth, not more vile however than Cromwell and his minions.
Not more vile than the man behind the eye patch of Bryan (A/N: Yes you got to love the eye patch. Mary/bryan?) he was a menace, the man would not stop defiling every good woman in the Kingdom, including her with his eye out to get her, the King's most precious posession other than his Queen, Jane Seymour whom Mary was worried for.
She loved the woman, an honest woman and human being who helped Mary patch things up with her father and Elizabeth as well, what would happen if she would not give the King a son, or worse yet: if she was not crowned? As long as Jane was not crowned her place could not be secure.
She needed to become an annointed Queen or else.
Mary sighed as she went to bed, tired and exhausted she had suffered enough stress for one day, like all humans, both rich and poor she needed to rest.
This night unknown to the young Lady Mary Tudor, would change the outcome of the war between religions, and the Tudor hold on the throne forever.
Something was about to change that would line up a future paved of darkness for England.
Robert Aske looked at the small jewel the Lady Mary had given him, he wished her mother were still alive and he had started this before, but back then he had to admit he didn't have too much doubts the King would indulge on his wife or Cromwell. Now as he saw Christ in prayer he saw his mistake, Anne and Elizabeth the so called whores and whore's daughter as he once so eloquently put it were not the proble, but him, Cromwell and the King's ill advisers who were Satan's acolytes and Cromwell's.
They dominated the King, famine and sacrifice were brought by them, in fact all of this was brought by them.
He shuddered at the use of violence, it was something he could not do, he would not fall as low as them, there had to be another way. But what if they broke their promise, what if the King broke their promise?
He sighed and went to his chair, thinking as he saw the moon very bright above the Earth, its light peering through his window as if God was calling out to him to action, giving him the right conscience, the right thoughts.
Robert knew he couldn't, it was impossible, he rejected violence and always would!
But God forgive them if someday the King would force him or his men to act on it!
Heather~ My first fic besides Anne which was more like my start in .