Disclaimer: I don't own History and unfortunately I still do not own The Tudors. If I did Queen Anne would still reign.
A/N: I'm finally back in the land of fan fiction! This fiction is my baby and I promise you that I won't abandon it. The entire FF is dedicated to Boleyn_Girl13 because she helped me weed through many, many ideas that I had. Plus she is one patient lassie, she was promised this months ago (in May!!!) and I'm only now delivering it. Any language mistakes are Google's and Google's alone. Flashbacks are in italics. Not sure about this chapter, so feedback is wanted.
Summary: In the heat of the moment Katherine says something she maybe should not have, unaware that her beloved Mary is listening. It is enough to push her to take her father's side and ultimately the Boleyn's.
Katherine of Aragon, Queen Of England sat and stared, just sat and stared at the fire before her eyes. The ladies that had stood by her, sat around under the pretence of sewing but they were forever watching. They all wondered about the thoughts that ran in her head, she knew that. Katherine was no fool, every move that she made, even now, was fodder for the court gossips. She may no longer be welcome or wanted by many at court but gossip at the Tudor court, whoever the subject, never dies.
The fire held images that only Katherine could see, her mind held thoughts that only she could hear. In the dancing flames, she could see that which she once had. A marriage, devoted husband, the love of her King and a Crown. She feared that soon she would be adding her precious daughter, Mary to that list. The traitorous fire also showed her the prostituta común, the puta cara y sin corazón prostituta común, who had taken it all from her. She had nearly gotten rid of her God had given her another chance; a son she had been sure was in her swollen belly. For some reason, her blessed Dios had seen fit to take her child and take her marriage. She would never understand how God had saw it fit to allow Henry what he had so dearly desired, however it had been done. Now she feared that earlier, her fiery Spanish blood had helped her do a wrong that she hoped had not been overheard by the one she held so dear.
"Embarazada? You are sure of this Maria?"
"Sí, Su Majestad. It is believed the child was conceived not long after His Majesty's 'Great Matter' was resolved."
"Has it been announced to the Court?"
"No, the Concubine's embarazo has not yet been announced to the Court."
"The Puta will do it then."
"Majestad? What will she do?"
"She will make him deny her. She will make him do what I have feared since the Concubine's rise. Mary shall be declarado un bastardo. He has not yet done it."
"The King would never do that to the Princesa. She is the Pearl of his World. No matter how much he claims to hate you and love her, it will never outweigh his lover for the Princesa."
"He would, I know him, he is easily swayed by his heart. And when he does, I pray to Dios that the bastardo in her belly never sits on my daughter's throne, indeed maybe it will live as long as my darling boy did, and if God so wills it, it may never take a breath. The Concubine should be the Queen of England who burns."
Maria looked over her Mistress's shoulder to the seat at the window, where the Princesa was quietly playing like she always seemed to be doing when around her dear Mama. "Majesty! The Princesa!
As she stared into the seemingly endless flames, she prayed that Mary had not heard the harsh and anger filled words. If she were to tell either Henry or his precious Concubine, the Lady Anne, it could be the catalyst to something she never wanted to see. Henry and the Boleyns gaining Mary's support and love and she losing them.
A/N: Short I know but it is a prologue (forgot to mention that). Hopefully as we move through the story it will get longer. Flames as always help to make me some marshmallows! =]