A/N: - I thought that this would be a good story to write. I may be a little Anti-Anne in this story. The first chapter is very anti-Mary.

19th February 1516: Richmond Palace, England

It had been just over a day since Katherine had died, giving birth to their daughter, Mary. He had, as protocol dictated, not attended her funeral, instead mourning privately, in his chambers. Henry smiled, as he held the young girl in his arms. Mary would be a good companion, to her brother, Henry, commonly known as Harry, who was born on the 4th of December 1514. Harry had been told of his mother's death and had burst into tears and refused to sleep until he was given a picture of his mother to sleep with.

The door opened, and Henry looked up, intent on scolding the person for entering without his permission, until he saw who it was. He smiled as his son, Harry, appeared in the doorway. He did not scold Lady Bryan, for he had ordered her to bring Harry here, so that Harry could meet his younger sister, Mary.

Henry gestured for Harry to come closer "Come here, child," Harry nervously walked forward, and Henry lowered the bundle of blankets, so that his son could see his younger sister.

"Harry, this is your younger sister, Mary," Harry looked down, into the bundle of blankets. He looked up, a small smile on his round face "She's cute,"

"Yes," Henry agreed "She is," If only her mother was here to see her. Poor Katherine, dead by the accursed childbed fever.

"Can I trust you to be a good brother to her, Harry?" Henry asked his son, who nodded, vigorously. "Yes, Papa," he replied "I'll be a good brother, to Mary,"

Henry smiled, ruffling his son's hair "Good boy, Harry. I love you, my son," he pulled Harry close and kissed him, once, on the forehead, before gesturing for Lady Salisbury to take Harry back to his chambers, and gesturing to Lady Bryan to take Mary away from him.

"Majesty," Lady Salisbury and Lady Bryan curtseyed and left the room with their respective charges, Harry and Mary. Once they had gone, the King sighed. Why did Katherine have to die giving birth to a girl? Why couldn't God have allowed Katherine to live and have more sons? No, Katherine had to have died giving birth to a girl, didn't she? Was God punishing him for the way his father had been? A miserly man, who rarely lavished affection on his children, or rarely spent money, not even to accomodate his children. Was God punishing him, now, for his father's actions?

He got to his feet, and sighed again, as he left the room. He would vist Harry later and then go out hunting with William and Charles, along with the rest of his entourage.

20th February 1516: Richmond Palace, England

"Your Highness? Your father is here,"

"Papa! Papa! Papa!" Harry abandoned protocol and ran to his father, who lifted him into his arms, smiling. "How's my darling boy, today?" Henry asked, ruffling his son's hair. "I am well, Papa," Harry replied, smiling "How is Mary?"

"She is well," Henry assured his son. Henry was beginning to struggle with his son, who was fidgetting in his arms. Harry was growing taller and heavier, he was no frail lightweight, he wasn't like his deceased uncle, Arthur. He had inherited the robust nature that Henry had himself, when he was a child.

"I am glad, Papa. I like Mary," Harry replied, smiling.

"I like her too, Harry," Henry knew that he was blatantly lying, but it was to please his son, who was too young to understand why he did not like Mary. It was because of the fact that she had caused Katherine's death. That child, his daughter, would only come to court for special occasions, betrothals, and things like that, other than that, she would remain at Hatfield, and not come to court.

"I am glad, Papa," Harry threw his chubby arms are Henry's neck and rested his head against his chest, smiling "I love you, Papa,"

"I love you too, Harry, my son," Henry placed a kiss onto his son's forehead and handed him, gently, to Lady Salisbury, who curtseyed as she took the sleeping child off of the King, who placed another kiss onto his son's head "Look after him, Lady Salisbury. He's the most important person in England,"

Next time he visited, he would bring his mother, Elizabeth of York, to visit her grandchildren. After all, it was only fair that the former Queen of England met her grandchildren.

"Majesty," Lady Salisbury curtseyed, and Henry left his son's chambers. He would not visit his daughter. She did not deserve it. She would be sent to Hatfield in the new year, when Henry would be sent to Ludlow Castle, to begin his duties as Prince of Wales, while his daughter, would be away from him. As he wanted. She took Katherine's life, she deserved it.

Mary would see that taking her mother's life could make her own life very bad. Oh, yes, she would see... she would see...

[To Be Continued]

I am sorry to start a story with such a sour note, but, on the plus side. Things will pick up shortly. I am sorry that I killed Katherine. I just needed her out of the way so that things can progress.