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A/N: I would like to say thank you to everyone who reviewed my fics and keeps reviewing, I love you all though I am disappointed that there haven't been any reviews lately. People give whatever format to their stories and a lot of grammar errors occur not that I mind as long as they re-edit them later and the plot is good, so since it always passes the radar I decided I am not going to care for format myself and not give much explanation for the fic's veracity what is fiction and what is not. Those who want to do research and want to know how much of this is AU -which much of this is!- just PM and I will let you know and if anyone needs an extra hand finding something about someone or something for their fics don't be afraid to ask. I am going to ask you though to be patient for this and all my other WIPs. I am currently enrolled for one intensive court this May, it is a five day course for two weeks and it is five hours a class each day, after that it is going to be two summer semesters I will be taking and they won't be as intensive but I will be very busy so I ask you be patient guys.

Warning: I told you twice but there are always people who forget, this story is VERY, VERY, VERY AU so don't start complaining and saying I didn't tell you because I did.

So without further ado lets carry on and this time I do want to see those reviews otherwise I will simply not update, not being mean or anything but I also have to measure my priorities, my school work is important and if I see not as much response in a fic I simply don't see it as worth my free time after getting done with the overload of homework.

~VXLP

Plot Summary:

Edward VI does not die in 1553 but lives to 1558. Mary never gets to be queen as she dreamed, her daughter -Edward's bride does. Elizabeth is born ahead of her time in 1516 as Mary being KOA and Henry's first child in 1510. Henry is granted his divorce and marries the first woman who becomes his infatuation (Anne returns to England and never goes to France) after her return from the Netherland -Anne Boleyn in 1515 resulting in Elizabeth.

What happens later is a series of mishaps and chaos that change alter forever England and the course of the world itself!

"One thing you learned with fate is that like the race and culture you are born with it is cruel and leaves you in nothing but to despair. Seldom will fate realize her mistake and redeem herself by undoing all of past's injustices, today is such day. Two births, two women, one born to one of them will change the course of history and in between all of that will be one man whose heart will belong only to one -the one he least expected to fall in love"

~Fate revisited by Anonymous

1510, February 18th.

Greenwich Palace

"Push milady push!" Katherine pushed with all her might and after years of waiting, seven in total she had finally achieved her destiny and her mother's dream. She had become Queen of England. She knew it was not going to be easy, and her mother had had her doubts about the marriage to Prince Arthur, if he had died or they had known beforehand that the boy would not grow into a man like the one she was married to, her parents would never have agreed to the match.

The midwives insisted with all their might for their new queen to push. Last year she had insisted it was all or nothing to her future husband. She had made it clear to the former Duke of York that if she was to be wed to the future King of England it would not do to be merely his consort. What good was a queen if she was only a figurehead, a useless consort without voice or vote in his council? Against all public opinion and obeying his father's last will who could not bare give up the last half of her dowry, he married the Infanta. With a simple dispensation from the pope that for her late mother it was easier to get, Catalina de Aragon became Katherine of Aragon Queen of England.

Katherine held on to her ladies Maria and Margaret's hands. She squeezed them very hard making sure her nails and proof of her hardship were imprinted on their skin. It was not the first time she would be pregnant, Henry who wasted the vast treasury his father had inherited to him in oddities and other peculiarities -among them astrologers -who in Katherine's opinion were charlatans and if she only had her way he would not fall prey to their false promises- had been promised that his wife was fertile and young as they had come into his inheritance they would have many children. But Henry was not an impatient man like his father.

"If the lion knows his own strength ..." Thomas Moore her faithful supporter since her arrival had said "no man could control him" When she had arrived the (then) Infanta had been left friendless after the Prince of Whales Arthur Tudor died. A young widow and with a poor future ahead of her, he had been one of the few who vouched for her. He had raised his voice against the first Tudor King and for that his father had been imprisoned temporarily in the tower. He was a man she admired and in return for her admiration to him he rewarded by always being by her side and he never failed to give good advice. Besides, he knew Henry. It was another reason why she kept him close, she knew to what lengths his former pupil was willing to go to get something. He was proud and obstinate all dangerous in a king, but Thomas believed that Henry was meant for greater things and unlike all of his York and Lancasterian ancestors he would learn to control his impulses and passions that had dominated Edward IV and Henry VI when he refused to give up France to their rightful king the Dauphin Charles.

"I see the head" The oldest of the midwives assisted by the greatest court physicians screamed. Katherine gave one last push. What happened after was a wave of relief and disappointment. The soft mewing of a child the physician judged to be too small was brought into the world. The first thing the babe saw as it turned its head was Katherine's tired form, her hair was at every side of her face, it was a mess. She seemed to have aged ten years or more in that small moment she gave birth to her firstborn.

Henry came to the birthing chamber soon as he had been told the news. He could not believe the astrologers and the best of them he had hired-he complained mentally! had failed. No it was not they who failed, it had to be Katherine. He was ready to shout, to yell at her when his feelings of anger and disappointment were immediately forgotten the minute the midwife presented him to his newborn. The child's beautiful dark gray eyes, Tudor eyes, melted his heart right away. He was taken with feelings of fatherly love. He was a father, it was the first time it hit him. Katherine who was handed the baby down by the midwife after Henry told her to, said to him in a repenting voice "I am so sorry"

Henry smiled feeling nothing but joy, this was only a delay. They were young -he promised her, "We will have more children" Katherine had never Henry sound so happy, she looked down at the child. Their daughter had not cried at all, all babies cried -she was told but their little baby Princess had not shed one tear after being brought into the world. There were only soft grunts and mewing. She was eerily quiet, her eyes remaining open for the entire night. Her parents never left her side, and on the next day just as Katherine had put conditions to Henry -all or nothing- on their coronation day, she used her kindness and the sympathetic smile that had won her the people's approval to baptize their daughter immediately. Henry did not hesitate, as Sir loyal Heart, pageants and tournaments were organized in honor of their firstborn. It was as if the queen had delivered a thousand boys. They had never seen a couple so in love. It was a complete fairy tale.

1516, February 21st

Westminster Abbey

"What shall you name her?" The man Henry -unfortunately -thought Katherine- had chosen for her godfather, Archbishop of York and Cardinal Thomas Wolsey, a man who wasn't bound by illusions of morality and dignity, asked the young merry couple.

"Mary" Katherine asked holding the child in her arms. It should be the task of the godmother, it should be Katherine who should not be here and waiting instead in her royal chambers waiting until the holy waters touched her daughter's head -the expulsion of all evil sins from the innocent life she created- so they could be reunited. But as Henry promised when he came to the throne, he and Katherine together they would be monarchs like no other. They envisioned Camelot and promised the people a different reign where it would be remembered in many years to come, and with a son -hopefully- to follow Henry would keep the Tudor name for a thousand years or more if God be willing!

Henry smiled at his wife and nodded with approval. Wolsey mentally shook his head, this was all wrong. A woman should not have so much power over one man. She was a dangerous temptress, like Cleopatra she hungered after the bigger fish, she had made to her husband outrageous promises and against all odds and the council of the wisest people in the Privy and the court of Star Chamber in Westminster Hall he bought it. Acting like the small boy he'd been when he first laid eyes on her, he made the foolish action of putting the crown and the holy oils on Katherine's head the minute he was in power. And like that Egyptian whore she would be responsible for bringing England to the brink of war, he could already see it in her eyes -ambition and crazed loyalty for her father flashing, many men would go to their deaths just for the whim of one king and his woman!. But the king was the king, there was nothing left to do but obey. She at least better keep one of her promises to bring England a son, God knows he thought, without a son the Tudor line will be weaken and so will Henry's hold to the throne.

The minutes the holy waters touched little Princess Mary Tudor's head the child cried, everyone saw this as something joyful and even funny. This child was very aware of her surroundings, and she was crying everyone would say in years to come because her heart being so pure and innocent the Lord was able to penetrate into it and purge all of what was left of the sin her parents and her ancestors carried.

The ceremony was over, their child was now a true Christian, Princess Mary Tudor.

"A son will follow" Katherine promised and Henry once again believed it.

Thomas Boleyn like other men in the lineup watching the royal couple greet all of the crowds who cheered in approval at the sight of them and the newborn Princess. They were like Mary, Joseph and the Christ. The trinity envisioned and all thanks -unexpectedly- to a little girl who sharing the opinion of other greedy gents like him, was nothing special.

If the King were to ask him he would speak the truth. He should never have married that Spaniard. Some times he wished the Spaniards would sink to the bottom of the sea, but alas yet he was here again as the bystander ready to pay extra pounds to keep his youngest daughter, seventeen year old Anne in the Archduchess Margaret of Austria's court in Mechelen where word was she was growing into a "great beauty". Bullocks! His daughter like the one in front of him was anything BUT special. She spent her times in nonsense women should not be. Books, poetry, acting, plays and other arts of the sorts. "Sweetheart those things are for men, women read books of the lives of saint or spend their time tending to sheep in your case to knitting and sowing"

His daughter replied with the smirk that was his family's trademark "Papa why do men go to mistresses? Is it because they are more beautiful? Why do Kings are driven mad by their mattresse en titres? It is not beauty they seek the Archduchess Margaret has taught me, it is their wit and the art of attraction that they master. If you want me to have a good marriage and profit from it, would it not be better I become as good as a man in all the (three) liberal arts, grammar, rhetoric and logic. Men are more appealed when they are challenged and women give the impression they want them" His child was a true oddity but she had wit, if only she had been born a man. If only ... Nature could not undo these things only god, sadly god was possessed by magicians who called themselves monks and a church so corrupt and decadent that society itself had started rebelling against it.

There were books in the Boleyn house in Hever Castle in Kent, in their cellar that pertained to the forbidden teachings of John Wycliff. His followers who had survived after more than a hundred years of persecution in England as in Bohemia were believed to be less now that the Tudors were in power, but they were wrong. The Lollards were alive and well, and they plotted and prayed every day and hour of the day until the true prophets who could cleanse the church, would come and they ready would heed its call. Thomas Boleyn was not a religious man but he loved their philosophy, the idea of a powerful state independent of religion or any faith and faith itself secularized and independent from any establishment as Erasmus and others heavily criticized by the Church called for, always appealed to the men low born like Thomas. If a day like that ever came it would be the opportunity of gents like him to own something of their own, to issue their own rents, to owe nothing to any church or anybody except the King, and the King would have to depend only on his people without fear or persecution from any church. What a dream, his daughter dreamed it as well, she having had access to that knowledge. She and his son George had great dreams, but Anne sharing more of his ambitions and wit dreamed bigger. Alas ... fate was too cruel. The church was the top monopoly such glory for the gentry would never come, nobody had the balls in Christendom to fight against that monstrous establishment.

Thank God -he thought. The ceremony was finally over, he returned to Kent where his wife gave him all the letters his daughters sent. Mary was in France in Louis XII court and Anne in Mechelen. He could have switched them but Mary Boleyn was more Howard than Boleyn, she was an empty vessel no different from other English roses.

"The Archduchess has even sponsored pageants where she is acting alongside the future King of Spain" Thomas nodded to what his wife said. His dear wife Elizabeth had been very sick lately, since George she had been left weak, and Thomas not wanting to looser her did nothing more to please her to make her feel better. He was stricter than ever to George every time he came into their presence. He made it very clear to him and his nurses that if his mother was to have another relapse, his son and his servants would be made responsible. George shuddering at his father's warning knowing it was better than to question the man nodded and rarely did he ever come into his parents' presence without asking permission first or knocking -softly as his father said.

"She is a prodigious child" Elizabeth went on "You used to tease her she was too dark, but imagine she has made friend with the infant Charles, the future King of Spain, Thomas! Who would have thought it of Anne."

"She is a Boleyn" Was all Thomas said and left his wife to rest in her bedchamber, he would never admit it but he felt of his teenage daughter. She was exceeding his expectations, the higher their friends were the more doors it opened for their entire family. He opened the second letter once he sat in his study. It was of Mary and nothing but complaints from the new Queen of France, Henry VIII's sister. She was spoiled arrogant, both Marys were, but his eldest daughter was by far the worst. Rumor was she was sleeping with Louis' son in law who was said to succeed him if the King failed to produce a male heir, and the Valois boy being married to the King's eldest daughter it did make it seem possible.

Now his daughter instead of following her younger sister's example and doing a good impression, all the contrary! He was going to be the Ambassador to France, there was a reason why he had sent his daughters away, so they could come refined ladies, so they could impress men of good fortunes, make good marriages, raise the Boleyn name.

He burned his daughters letters, both of them. For now he would take care of his wife, then he would see to whatever their daughters had on their little heads.

1510-1515

The years passed. Anne and Mary came home from Mechelen and France respectively after a few more years of tutelage to a broken home. Their mother had died and their father had become more ruthless and cunning, he no longer cared for anything but increasing his fortunes. Anne had never cried so much when she had been in her funeral. But after that she no longer felt like crying, she had hardened her own heart, she had become like her father, a woman of stone but her exterior was polished of the finest marble. She was the jewel of the Boleyn family and as she was introduced to court she caught very few eyes, but those she did were men who held high offices, offices his father would profit from if she sold her to one of those highest bidders.

But Anne did not want to settle with the simple life of a Marchioness or a Viscountess, she had her eyes on Henry Percy, unfortunately so did one Mary Talbot and Henry falling instead for her broke Anne's heart. Then there was Thomas Wyatt, that too had been a disappointment. Nothing had ever gone right for the Boleyns, nothing. Mary became Henry VIII's mistress, it was natural. She was a true English rose, but she failed to please him and so Henry tired of her easily. Then his eye turned to Anne, and all she had to thank for was her father and her own uncle, the Duke of Norfolk Thomas Howard.

"Make yourself desirable" her father had repeated the words she had said five years ago in the letter from when she'd been in Mechelen. Indeed she had, and Henry VIII had placed her among Her Majesty's ladies who failing to keep her promises had given nothing but one daughter, a daughter some of Anne's Howard cousins said -was a child without a soul. A child who did not cry, a child who had the spirit of a man, a child like that they all agreed could not have a soul, women were very different than men and they can't be called equals. Anne doubted it but she went along with it, for if women were real equals to men that would men they would have to fight and win their bread through bitter tears of blood and mud and Anne did not want to spoil any of her fine skin and hands for that. She was a woman devoted to reason, a faith where she believed everyone was free to believe only in the bible and free to practice in anything you wanted. Like her father she considered herself different, but a good rebel one with brains and a cause.

Henry had tired himself too quick of Katherine, first their daughter whom he still loved but he preferred if the child was a boy instead, and then all the phantom pregnancies and the more than seven miscarriages and all in such a short time! That had to be a record some mocked behind his back. Henry was tired of being the laughing stock in Christendom, he was tired of being tied to a woman who believed herself better than him and his generals. She said she attributed the battle of Flodden, her victory to him but everyone knew it had been her and his failure in Calais for trusting in her backstabbing father had left him worse than humiliated.

Something had to be done, and then Anne came as an answer to his prayers. She was witty, beautiful, incredibly smart like Katherine but unlike his "queen" she knew when to be quiet and she inspired the best in him.

"I promise you" he vowed to her once they were alone in his bedchamber "I promise you by Saint George you will be my wife" She spoke once again, they kissed each other and they consumed their love. Anne would not be his woman yet, she drove him away before he introduce the seed that would fill her empty womb. Unlike Katherine she knew when to act.

"No you mustn't" she said struggling to get him off her. They were in the woods of Waltham where it was rumored the ghosts of ill fated lovers roamed. Anne did not believe in such fairy tales but she didn't want to find out, in any case they were true, or bring herself and what she hoped would be, her future husband unwanted attention.

Henry adjusted himself when she threw him off. He was beyond angry. He was furious. Why was it so hard for Anne to give in! Her whorish sister had and Katherine never complained. No -he thought -she is right you cannot consummate.
Not yet -he mentally replied to his subconscious. Not yet, he repeated. But soon, he vowed, she will be mine I swear on St. George and the holy father she will be mine and I will be rid of the woman that brought me false promises. Katherine, damn her. She promised him sons, battles, victories and all he got in return was laughter and his masculinity being questioned in every corner of Christendom. His victories were always hers, the songs went, we got a queen for a king and a consort we got a king. The melodies were sung in every tavern and private place his troops were unaware they were being sung. When Anne would be made queen, he swore she would be rewarded -once she did her duty.

Anne remembered what her father said "You must do whatever you can to keep his interests prolonged" She buried her muddy fingers through her dark curls that were all over her face. Anne growled and sighed with frustration, she wanted to have Henry inside her, she wanted to have the crown that by right as a descendant of Edward III through the Howard blood on her mother's side was hers. It should be the crown of St. George on her head, it should be her who should be seated where Arthur's wife was.

It should be her daughter, her sons who should have the titles of Princesses and Princes. In time, her mind told her. In time you shall have him.

No! I need him now.

She closed her eyes, the world will someday look up and whisper Hail Queen Anne and it would be her descendants who would inherit Henry's throne and rule England for a thousand years. While Anne was consumed in her vanity and overwhelmed by the future prospects she was yet to bring Henry; he in the meantime contemplated his situation as he blocked his eyes from the annoying sun rays. There was open space everywhere, the vision of the trees had died as he turned his back on obscurity. His carriage was there, the driver showing none of the impatience his eyes showed. Henry gave one look back, Anne was hugging her coat. It was very hot and they felt like Adam and Eve cast away from the garden of Eve by god almighty. Anne put her hand gently on his shoulder "Shall we Majesty?" She said with a smile that hid her own disappointment. Her chastity was the best and worse of her virtues. If she was anything like the loose Mary Boleyn she would have given herself to him two years ago, but it so happened she was much more decent human being, the only one of the women he'd been with, he met so far.

Nothing would get in their way -she promised on their way back. Nothing. Henry didn't nod, the gray skies foretold of a dangerous time ahead filled with more trials and tribulations than they could handle. Anne was confident they could, but if the pope granted them a divorce it was no guarantee Katherine would sit quietly and idly while she watched the crown she had coveted for more than seven years being taken away by a lady she deemed lower than hers.

~o~

1515, December Westminster Hall

"It has been decided that the fate of this marriage shall be as it should have been since the beginning" Katherine closed her eyes, this couldn't be. But it was, she opened them again and heard the rest of the verdict. "By papal decree, His Holiness has issued a papal bull where the marriage between the Infanta Katherine of Aragon born Catalina de Aragon" Wolsey did his best with the his limited knowledge of the Spanish language "is null and void. By the act of good faith the Princess Mary shall be treated with all the respect a King's daughter should be treated. She shall be known from hereon as Milady the King's daughter -Lady Mary and will no longer be called Princess Mary. Katherine shall give up all of her crown jewels to the queen consort of the King's choosing, let this be written so let it be done"

"Here, here" the rest of the council members who'd been called from their chambers in the middle of the night. It was an unusual proceeding, not everyone who was supposed to be here because of the obnoxious hour the meeting was called -by Wolsey and the persons he wasn't supposed to call husband anymore, Katherine suspected- were here. Those who were present were members who had remained loyal to Henry and never questioned him. Thomas Moore was not among them. Their relationship had hit it off at a bad start after he met that impetuous Boleyn girl. He disapproved and constantly nagged Henry about everything he did, raising taxes, wasting the treasury on expensive wars in countries -he argued- England had no business with. His position was no longer stable and besides, he said to Katherine the day before this circus started, he wanted no part in it. His heart and soul was loyal to Henry but to God first -he'd emphasized.

Katherine did not bow, she did not curtsy, if she was truly what they said a whore who had played on falsities to become the king's consort then a bow would not solve anything, and she did not feel like bowing to people who were as false as her "husband". She had won battles for Henry, if it had not been for her offensive against Scotland it would be Margaret of Scotland, Henry's sister who would have worn her crown and be the next queen of England and King James, that ill fated and hot tempered Stuart King, he would be the one judging her now and not Henry.

But she acted like any woman in her position raised by the most prestigious monarchs in Christendom would. She stood from her chair and walked back to her chambers, the judge and all the people called for her to bow and relinquish her jewels here and now in the presence of His Majesty, but she would not. If Henry wanted to humiliate her any further, he should not do it in public. She would give the jewels, everything that belonged to her by right, but not today. She would not let Henry push her down the mud, if she was in reality his concubine then he would have no business demanding custody for a child that had no legitimate claim to the throne.

Mary watched her mother leave England forever. She was not even allowed to say good bye to the woman who had nursed and taken care of her for the six yeas of her life. She was no longer Princess, her titles, her privileges she had been stripped of them when her father decided to terminate his marriage to her mother. She felt betrayed by her mother's church, weren't they supposed to be the protectors for the poor and the weak? Where was the justice for her and her mother.

"You can go now" she made a dismissive sign with her hands. Her young maids left. Her father had allowed to keep the best of her maids, Lady Salisbury however was not allowed. Since she and Lady Bryan were meant to be governesses for Princesses and true Princes, they had no business taking care of the King's bastard anymore.

Her mother had begged her father a million times to return their daughter so they could live together on Spain. Just today she got news she had died in her house with many servants, alone without her Sir Loyal Heart who had betrayed her and her daughter in Toledo. Her cousin the King of Spain who was rumored he would was going to be elected the next Holy Roman Emperor gave his aunt a great funeral, but one fitting for a Princess of Spain, an Infanta not a queen.

It was a year since the pope annulled her parents' marriage, and it WAS December. She was back at court in smaller chambers, her older ones were now occupied by her sister, her new sister who took her place as her father's new princess -Princess Elizabeth.

Mary hated her the moment she was born, the six year old hated to see her father and his wife take all of the adulation that had once been her mother, that had once been hers as well. She vowed she would never love that child, that child had her mother's eyes therefore nothing good could come out of her, but the moment she held her one day when she set herself the task of taking her away as a means to solve all her problems. The six year old against what her logic said locked eyes with her baby sister Elizabeth and she found that in spite of having her mother's eyes, she had none of the Boleyn malice that was responsible for her and her mother's fall from grace. If Anne was evil her daughter was the entire opposite, she was pure and she was calm whenever Mary was near.

Maybe today that was Christmas, Mary thought, would not be so bad with her sister there.

~o~

Henry smiled. Everyone of his family was present. He had a lot to give thanks for this Christmas. True he did not have a son ... yet. But they had a daughter who was healthy and was born cheerful unlike his firstborn Mary, if they could have more children as beautiful and healthy as Elizabeth, they would be the happiest couple, he and Anne in all of Christendom -of that he was sure.

A/N: A lot of AU as you can see, year of birth has been changed for many characters but the month and day when they were born are still the same, and a last fact vs fiction you will ever see here is that Wycliff was a renamed "heretic" from the 14th century that sprung about as a result of the 100 years war and Edward III being incensed because the pope and the clergy favored France since the Papal court back then was at Avignon due to problems with neighboring city states in Rome. Wycliff lost support from the King when he became too radical. Henry was not the first king with the idea to separate himself from the church, if the church had continued showing too much favor to France back then, Edward III would have certainly followed Wycliff. His followers became known as Lollards in England, and in Bohemia where Jon Hus who was later burned by the church as a "heretic" followed his teachings, they were called "Hussites" in honor of their fallen leader and martyr. A lot of Lutherans and Calvinists merged with the Lollard factions that survived to the sixteenth century at the time of the spit between England and the Catholic church.

On my second account of Vainforlifepoetess of flickr (you can find the address on my profile page) I have posted pics that give spoilers for this story.

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