A/N: Borrowing everything for this.
"Edward," Charles Brandon called out to his son until the curly-haired lad came bounding. "It's time for us to go, son."
Brandon's wife fretted with her hands. "Charles, are you sure he should go? He's just a boy."
"I want to go," the young one said.
Brandon smiled grimly at his wife. "The boy will soon be a man and it's the time in the realm where all is watched. I must be there. Edward should see the wraith of our king."
"But, Charles..."
He gave her a kiss. "You worry overmuch. It is time for the boy to learn what it takes to be a man."
They made it to the Tower yard and waited patiently for the stage to be set. Queen Anne was giving a speech when Edward tugged on Brandon's sleeve. "Father, I can't see."
He lifted his son just as the Queen's head was separated from her body.
It wasn't until Brandon and Edward made it home that he realized his son had been crying. "What's wrong?" he had to ask.
"Why did the king kill that pretty woman?"
"Well, son. She was found guilty of treason against the king. That is punishable by death."
"But the king could have forgiven her."
Brandon suddenly jerked up Edward and shook him. "Never ever say anything against the king."
Edward nodded then ran off to his room.
"Don't you think you were a little harsh?" his wife asked.
"If I was harsh just think of what Henry would do." She watched as he stomped off in anger.