******************I don't claim anything to Blood Ties or the affiliates that belong to the Tudor Family. I am merely using Henry Fitzroy as my own.*************

It's finally here! The Prolouge and the first chapter of my newest story. Please be uber patient with me because I won't be able to post as much as I would like. I'm still working on Chapters 2-28 with many chapters done in between. Enjoy all. I enjoy feedback and criticism. :-)

Prologue

How did it come to this? In five hundred years they have never fought. Never had one harsh word to say to each other. Their compatibility was off the charts. They were friends, lovers, companions, they had been through the worst dangers man could have ever invented. Henry sat at his drawing table, his pen to the paper but nothing came to him. The ideas weren't flowing. It was because of what she had said earlier.

Frustrated, he stood up and paced the living room for the fiftieth time tonight. Why did she say it? Why? Why was it so important to her? He knew it wouldn't be impossible, but was it what he really wanted? They had tried once, but the memories were too painful and he didn't know if he could do it again. His heart ached for her; to hold her close while she was crying. He could hear her in their bedroom. Her tears had stopped some time ago, but her pain washed through his soul. He didn t say no and he didn't say yes. That was the problem.

Henry, we can do this. You know we can. It will be different than it was the first time. We've experienced everything this world has to offer, but I I want to try this one again. I don't want that failure to carry with me anymore. I miss having him around and I know you do too she had said.

He had said nothing. He stared at her waiting to see what she would do. He watched her struggle not to cry. He heard her pleas, but when she had asked him, he froze. The first time he was human, now as a vampire with a very different lifestyle; could he be the father he was suppose to be five hundred years ago? The thought scared him.

Staring out at the vast city below him, the moon shimmered in the room illuminating it. It was cold out, but the cold had no affect on him. Running his hands down his tired face, he heaved a great sigh. Looking over to the portrait of his father, the same portrait he had asked for advice many times in the past, he whispered "Father, what would you do?" When the portrait didn t reply, he turned to look out the window.

He heard her moving around the room and waited for her to walk into the living room, but she never did. He sighed again. He knew she wouldn't leave him. Not over something like this. The last time they had fought seriously fought, she didn't speak to him for nearly a century. Losing their child was hard enough on her, but when she found out how their son Henry had died, she was furious and walked out on him. Leaving him in Budapest alone. He searched for her for years, but she was determined that he wouldn't find her unless she wanted to be found.

Lying on their bed, Kate couldn't believe he had shut down so easily. Her strong Henry. He had said nothing when she pleaded with him. It was easy enough for them to marry again, but to have another child? Especially when this child, with magic, would be their own. He was afraid of the consequences of the magic used to bring about this child. She couldn't feel him, but she knew he was still in the penthouse.

They had never fought; although, this wasn t a real fight. Getting up, she snuck into the closet and grabbed her stuffed animal. Smiling, she looked at it. It was decades old, but the memory of how it came into her possession always made her smile. Climbing back into bed, she held it close. A few moments later, she heard him leave.

Taking a breath, he knew he couldn't be here. Her pain was too strong. It was overwhelming him. Grabbing his coat, he headed out. Getting in his car, there was only one place he knew that he wouldn't be disturbed and could think. Driving to the church where they had remarried only weeks ago, he felt this was the right place to go.

Nearly half an hour later, he arrived. Walking into the quiet church, he lit a candle before sitting down in a pew. Taking out his rosary, he kissed it before letting his mind surrender to the peace that the church offered. As he slipped into his trance-like coma, thoughts flew through his mind before it settled on one. A smile crossed his face. It was of his human life ..their human life.