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A/N: Hi, I have decided post and continue some of my older stories.

Title: The Plantagenet's

Rated: M

Pairings: Au, what if Richard III won the battle of Bosworth? Being merciful he lets Henry Tudor live, but now they are in a different battle; both have fallen for the beautiful Catalina Chapuys, sister of Eustace Chapuys. Who will win her? And how will this change history

Envy

Harry watched enviously as his rival King Richard III make his way to his throne, besides him was his wife, a heavily pregnant Elizabeth of York.

He couldn't help but scowl, she should be his wife, the child that she was carrying should be his as well, and most of all, the crown should be his.

But considering that he and his troops were defeated by Richard's forces at Bosworth, he should be grateful that the king had spared his life.

Honestly, he had no clue why Richard kept him alive, it's not like he would do the same. He just wanted to rub it in his face that he had the crown that should have been his, and that he had the girl that Henry had wanted for himself.

A Prince is born

The babe that was born with a healthy set of lungs, the midwife quickly made work of tying off the umbilical cord; she then wiped off the blood and wrapped him in a white blanket.

"Give me my son," demanded a sweaty looking Elizabeth of York. Taking her son into her arms, she smiled widely.

The infant mostly took after her, but she noted that he had Richard eyes. "He's perfect,' she proclaimed.

Just then the door opened and in stepped Richard. "We have a son," she said before he could ask.A gleeful expression came over Richard's face knowing that he once again one upped Henry Tudor.

Now that he had a son, his place on the thrown was even more secured. "What shall we call him," he asked his wife, Elizabeth hesitated and then said "What about Arthur?"

New lady at Court

"Who is that?" Henry leaned over and whispered in his friends ear. Thomas looked to where his friend was pointing at, he then spotted a woman who looked no older than 16 or 17 years old, chatting with some of her friends. She hat startling green eyes, her skin was pale, and she dark curly hair, she had almost an exotic look about her.

He had no idea what her name, all he knew that she was the younger sister of Eustace Chapuys, the Spanish Ambassador.

He could easily say that she was the most beautiful woman at court.

Looking over at his friend he could tell that Henry was instantly infatuated by the girl.

And he was not the only one; King Richard seemed under the girls spell as well, much to the displeasure of the queen, who scowled darkly at the girl. She thought that by giving Richard a son, he would stop that wandering eye of his, and be dedicated only to her.

Catalina

She smiled wickedly knowing that she had the attention of the two most powerful men in the kingdom Henry Tudor and King Richard III.

Though Richard may not like it, Henry still held some influence at court. There was talk at court that Henry was just biding his time, and when the time was right, he once again was going to rebel against the king and take the throne that rightfully was his.

Eustace frowned not liking that both men were eyeing his sister as though she were a piece of meat, he was not sure of Henry Tudors intentions, he didn't really know the man.

King Richard was a different story, from his past treatment of his mistresses, who used until he got tired of them, and then throw away, and then he would shame them by humiliating them in front of the entire court. He did not want that for his sister, he needed to marry her off quickly.

Just then he spotted the King who was walking towards them, he nearly groaned. He then bowed along with Catalina, "your majesty," he said respectfully.

"Eustace," Richard greeted, he then embraced him as though they were lifelong friends.

He then turned to Catalina, giving her his most charming smile. She blushed at this, which pleased him greatly. "My lady would you do me the honor of this dance?" he then held out his hand to her, she then took her hand in his.

"It would be an honor your majesty," she said softly, and let him guide her to the dance floor. She looked briefly back at her friend who winked at her.

As they dance, both were oblivious to the dark looks that were being shot at them by Henry.

"What is your name," the whispered in her ear, his eyes swimming in desire for her.

She hesitated and then said, "Catalina, Catalina Chapuys". Richard vowed then that he would do anything to have Catalina as his next mistress.

A brother's warning

Eustace looked at his sister sternly; she gave him her most innocent face, but unfortunately that didn't work this time, like it did the other times. "You're not to encourage the king," he told her.

"I do not what you mean," she said, feigning ignorance.

If anything this made him angrier.

"You know exactly what I mean," he hissed darkly, though he loved his sister, she was entirely too ambitious for her own good. His thought's turned to their father, he had made him a promise on his deathbed that he would do everything in his power, he refused to stand by and watch Catalina be turned into another one of the king's whore's.

"I made our father a promise, sister, do you remember that" he asked her, Catalina nodded remembering standing their father's bed, as he struggled to breath, their father had always been so strong, it was heartbreaking to see him so broken. "You promised that you will always protect me," she replied.

Eustace nodded, "that's why I'm not going to let you be turned into another one of the King's many harlots."

Catalina's anger flared, "do you think so little of me brother, that I would allow myself to become mistress to the king. I rather die than be any man's mistress," she said.

"You say that now mi Amor but the king has a way of charming innocent girls into his bed," he warned.

"Well if the king wants my bed, he'll just have to make me his wife," she declared haughtily.

Eustace stared at her in shock, "is that your game?" he asked her. "You really think that the king will throw the Queen aside so that he can have your bed!" All the sudden he felt tired, he couldn't believe how dangerously naive his sister was. He couldn't help but feel frighten, if this continued, Catalina might be in more trouble than just being the king's mistress.

It was more imperative that he find a suitable husband for her. He then walked over to her and grabbed her gently; he then used his gentlest voice. "Promise me that you won't do anything stupid."

Just then they heard a knock on the door, pulling away from her brother, Catalina went and answered the door. Her face brightens considerably seeing her best friend Anne Boleyn. Who was the daughter of Thomas Boleyn, one of the king's advisors, she then looked slyly over her brother, knowing that he had feelings for her longtime friend and from the look on Anne's face she felt the same way. Her friend seemed to be more flushed than usual.

Then it came to her, a mischievous twinkle appeared in her eyes. She knew that her brother had every intention of ruining any plans she had in regards to the king. Well he wouldn't interfere if he was distracted by his own love life.

When Catalina met Henry

Once again Henry found himself at one of the king's many celebration banquets. At first he hated coming to these functions, it only added to his own embarrassment. But he was not going to allow that bastard think that he was not going to come, because he was intimidated by him. Looking around, he looked around the banquet hall was certain dark haired beauty. He then spotted her; she was talking to Thomas Boleyn's youngest daughter, Anne Boleyn. He caught his breath, wearing a dark green dress, she looked lovelier then the first time he had seen her.

He felt a twinge of Jealousy as he watched her flirt outrageously with young Thomas Whyatt. He made his way over to her, he never felt more nervous in his life. Even when heading into battle he didn't feel this nervous. Anne Boleyn spotted Henry walking towards them, she quickly alerted her friend to it. Katherine gave Henry her most dazzling smile; she looked at Anne who looked at her with amusement. What could she say she was a natural flirt.

Much to her amusement he seemed to fluster. Studying him, she noted that he was more handsome then the king. "My lady would you give me the honor of this dance," he managed to get out.

"I would be honored," she said, taking his hand. As he led her out to where the other couples were dancing they didn't notice the searing look of jealousy on the king's face who watched them.

Death of a Prince:

A silent scream erupted from Elizabeth's mouth; her pain was so intense that no words could come from her mouth she clung onto the doctor weeping, her eyes pleaded with him to tell her that this was all a sick joke, that he was mistaken. But he looked away from her sadly, not bearing to see the grief in the Queen's eyes. How could this happen, her mind raced to make sense of this, he was find, he was getting better from the minor cold he had, and now he is dead?

She sank to the ground, her ladies immediately ran over to her, trying to comfort her. Just then the door opened and in stepped Richard who face look ashen. He quickly walked over to her and gathered her in his arms; she buried her face in his shoulder and cried out her grief.

"We will have other children," he reassured her.

Later that on that night, he went back to his own chambers. Kicking off his boots, he then noted the shadow on the wall; he looked towards his bed, and noted that his latest mistress Jane Seymour lay on his bed, naked as the day she was born, giving him her most seductive smile. The loss of a son and heir to the throne, the pain that his was going through, he just wanted to forget. He needed experience the feel of a warm body beneath him, he needed to get lost in the sensation that sex provided. Not hesitating he walked over to the girl and began to kiss her hungrily.

To be continued...