A/N Disclaimer- © to this first chapter containing actual dialogue from the Tudors season 3 ep.8. Overall I do not own the production of the Irish/Canadian TV the Tudors.

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"Your Majesty, Princess Mary is here," one of Anne's lady-in-waiting said after curtsying.

Anne smiled, as she rose from her present position of her piano stool. Her other ladies-in-waiting curtsied, before leaving Lady Mary and her maids alone with her.

Princess Mary presented herself in the Queen's chamber with a very elegant red and gold dress that fell to the floor; her hat matching the frock, with gold and red feathers. Her maids curtsied along with her before Anne.

"Princess, if you please," Anne gestured her to sit in the chair across from hers. Lady Mary had wondered why her father's new Queen had summoned her here; she held a serious impression on her face hoping it was not anything bad.

"I have received a letter, from a cousin of mine," Anne politely said in her thick German tongue, "He is Duke Phillip of Bavaria. Phillip would like to come to England, and pay court to you."

While Anne still kept a smile on her face, Lady Mary had still remained serious, but now a little surprised. This was not what she had expected to hear. "Why?"

"He has heard many things about you, Princess Mary…many good things," Anne reassuringly added, not wanting to put worry into her mind.

Mary peered down for a split second before saying, "I suppose he is a Lutheran, like you."

Anne did not reply she smiled knowingly which gave Lady Mary her answer. "He is charming. He is very good looking. I think you might like him a little. What should I tell him?"

Mary sighed, "Tell him…tell him he may come if he pleases, and if the King wishes- but not to expect anything." Anne grinned; she stood up along with Mary. Mary curtsied once more, and without another word she left the Queen's chamber, her maids following after her.

Her Father the King had planned a party the following night, a festive evening of dancing, acts, and feasts; with His Grace Charles Brandon at his side. As preparations were underway, she made her way through the Great Hall, only to be stopped by a stranger; a very good looking stranger, with dark hair, stunning blue eyes, and a fit build. He removed his hat, and bowed before her.

Lady Mary looked at him curiously, not knowing who this was, "Sir?"

He smiled, a very charming smile, "Princess Mary…I hope you can forgive my impetuosity. I know we should have been formally introduced, but…I couldn't wait."

The Princess now knew exactly who this handsome somewhat intriguing stranger was. "You are Duke Phillip."

Duke Phillip held his hand out for hers, "May I kiss your hand?"

Lady Mary couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but she gave her his hand. She felt a tingle of something, not knowing what in her veins, as she felt his warm lips pressed against her skin.

Phillip straightened himself up again, when she took back her hand. "I hope I might see you again, my Lady-…with my cousin, the Queen present, of course."

"…I had thought to leave Court tomorrow for the country," said the Lady Mary. She noticed the bow of his head, and the slight disappointment written on his face. "I may…delay my leaving, if it pleases you… for a day or so."

Duke Phillip now looked a little more hopeful; he smiled at her again, lowering his head in respect. Mary for the first time in a very long secluded time had a smile on her face. She had walked away, still with that smile not making anymore eye contact with him. Her two maids were smiling at each other knowingly, liking the presence of the Duke, as they walked past him behind the Lady Mary.

The Duke turned his head staring after her, his face serious, it had only been a couple of minutes, but already had seen a clear picture with her appearance both inside and out.

After changing in one of her chambers that night, she had visited Anne once again. "Did you talk to him? To Phillip?" Anne questioned.

"A little, yes," Lady Mary did not want to show any sign of any little feelings for this man.

"I believe he is a very intelligent young man," Anne pressed on, wanting to put a good impression on her cousin.

"I couldn't tell," Mary quickly said, trying to sound as if she was not too impressed.

"He is extremely good looking," Anne continued with a knowing smile on her face, "He likes you a great deal."

"He-doesn't even know me…we have nothing in common."

Anne grinned again, still looking hopeful, but before she could reply again. She heard the door to her chamber open, "Your Majesty…Duke Phillip asks for an audience."

Lady Mary almost gasped; she turned a bit wide-eyed at Anne. "I don't want to see him."

Anne looked at her side and pointed at her curtains, "Then go in there…quickly."

Lady Mary hurried herself, which was very un-lady like, and unlike her to do so. She hid behind the curtains, but found and opening so she could see but not be seen herself.

Anne smiled at her actions; she knew something had definitely altered in the Princess over the past while. Duke Phillip grinned and bowed before her.

Anne held out her hands, "Phillip, my dear cousin." The two embraced in a hug. "How do you find this country?"

"I like it very much," Phillip replied sitting down in a chair across from her. "I could most happily live here."

Anne wasted no time asking the next question, "So, you met Princess Mary?"

Lady Mary bent her head in closer, curious to know what the Duke Phillip would say about her.

"It was only for a moment, but I relive that moment over and over again in my mind," The Duke had a more passionate tone in his voice as he said this. Mary's eyes closed, she had to take in what she had just heard, and she took a deep breath. Anne took a half glance at the curtains behind her, a smile spreading across her face as she turned and looked back at him. "I was told before she was charming, intelligent, well-read, gracious…the true heir of Katherine of Aragon…the true princess. But nothing prepared me for her beauty, the beauty that comes from inside." Lady Mary couldn't believe he felt this way about her, she felt herself blush. She never thought the feeling of excitement and happiness would fulfill her after her mother died, and after becoming bastardized by her own father. But all those sorrowful feelings were brushed aside at that very moment. "To me she is the most beautiful creature on God's earth."

At the late night celebration the Duke Phillip and Lady Mary chose to dance at the same time, with the light and joyous music played by the court's musicians. The candles were lit; a great ambience filled the Great Hall, except where the King sat as he discussed a way to abandon his marriage with Anne of Cleves with Charles.

The smile on Mary's face did not seem to disappear as she was dancing; she and the Duke kept shooting glances at one another even when they danced with different partners. Delaying her visit to the country had not seemed to be regretted. She was content at that very moment, until Duke Phillip released her hand and groaned in pain.

"What is it?" Lady Mary asked in a tone of concern.

"You stepped on my foot," he said as turned away limping.

As he continued to limp away groaning in pain, Lady Mary looked gobsmacked. "Phillip, I am so very sorry! I do apologize-I'm so sorry. Phillip, I'm so sorry."

When Duke Phillip made sure he and Lady Mary were by themselves, just at the corner of the entrance, he turned around and gave her a grin.

Lady Mary looked down at his foot then back up at him looking confused. "I thought—

"-You didn't step on my foot," he merely told her, "How could you? Your feet don't even touch the ground…I wanted a moment alone with you. I-…" He trailed off entranced with her beauty and just having her inches away from him. He slowly leaned in, as did Mary; the gap between them was closed as their lips touched for the first time. When they broke apart, their eyes were still locked. Duke Phillip notice a tear trickle down her face, he brushed it away with his thumb, "You're crying…"

"Only because I'm so happy," she admitted smiling at him.

Phillip knew of some of the matters that Princess Mary had to go through. In the short time he's been with her, he immediately knew that he wanted to continue to make her feel happy and take all her worries away.

"Would you like me to kiss you again?" he asked her, still looking as he was under a mystic love spell.

Lady Mary did not answer, but leaned in again as he did, this time the kiss was longer and more passionate.

The night progressed and ended. When the King, the Lords and Ladies went to their chambers, Mary and the Duke Phillip stayed behind. The two walked across the Great Hall in silence as the servants cleaned up after the night's feast.

Duke Phillip stopped and turned to look and looked at Mary, giving her a smile to bid goodbye. "Goodnight, Princess."

"Goodnight, Your Grace," a content Mary replied.

Duke Phillip departed contently, as Mary stood there staring after him feeling something she never thought she would feel in a long while.

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A/N- There is your first chapter. I usually write for Harry Potter, this is my first Tudors story, I am not sure how long it will be, but I hope you like it.- Danielle aka dandin READ/REVIEW! Btw as I mentioned the dialogue in this chapter is from the episode's script, the description is mine.