Prologue

This story is inspired by "That's enough for Now" by Leiil. I decided to skip the courtship and get to the good stuff

I do not own either shows

Juan/Mary

In our whole marriage I never thought it would end like this. With the children and me in a ship headed to England and Juan in Rome in bed with his latest mistress. I am afraid of the crazed state in my husband's neurotic mind.

I look to my two children fast asleep and think of this world that I will raise them in. They will never know their father but I will give them all the love in my heart. My son, Filippo, only three will have no recollection of his father by the end of our journey and my daughter, Alessandra, only one month old still drinks from my breast. The sting of losing their father will never cross their hearts.

When I first met Juan I was besotted. When my father granted us courtship I was utterly smitten with Juan. His charisma was stunning and his determination had no equal that I had ever seen and his loyalty that he displayed was unwavering. But who was I to judge men? Before I met him I had been a blushing virgin. My father and the Borgia pope agreed to our marriage. The ceremony was held in England but a private one since I was still considered a bastard. We left immediately for Rome and our marriage consummated on the boat. I was legitimized and Anne Boleyn executed for adultery after my father got news of my son's birth a few years ago. After his birth Juan started having a string of mistresses. My heart was broken but I could not show it. After I gave birth to Alessandra he started to hit me, and that is when I had enough. Mistresses I could handle but being hit was a low. I knew I was naïve, I knew the family was corrupt; I knew he was going insane; but never in my life would I thought he had hit me. The next Day I asked for a divorce and he with a tear in his eye granted me my wish.

I knew little of our current politics. I knew Jane Seymour had survived child birth and gave England an heir, thus managing to stay in the favor of the king. I knew Elizabeth was still a bastard and England was still protestant due to rebellions in the north. Juan may have taken some things away from me like my love for him and trust, but he didn't take away correspondence from my homeland. I hired a small ship with money my father gave me for Christmas and my children and I would be in England would be in two fortnights. We were all free.

I hope you guys like it :) I know it isn't long because it is the prologue.