I do not own the Tudors series or and of the historical characters.

This story is based of history more than the show for example Mary is the oldest though I have probably messed all the ages up.

AnywayWhat if four of the Boleyn children hadn't died in infancy, how would history have changed. I just thought of it when I found out that there were seven Boleyn children three boys and four girls and I just wondered how they could have changed history, Anyway enough rambling on with the story.

14th February 1499, The Birth of an Angel

Despite the comforting assurances from the his various sisters by law that Elizabeth was doing excellently well and that her labor looked to be a short one, the birth would happen within a couple of hours. Thomas couldn't hide his nervous behavior. Despite the best efforts of both Norfolk and Edmund to distract him, he had long since abandoned his own chambers in favor of pacing near her door, ready to run in to her in a moment if she called out for him, no matter what the midwife and her sisters had to say about it!

Thomas was torn he could just hear the encouraging words of Elizabeth's sisters, together with the midwife, as they urged her to push, reassuring her that it would not be much longer now.

Later, Norfolk and Edmond would both assure him that only a matter of minutes passed between his wife cry, and the loud, indignant wail of a baby, but to Thomas it felt like hours, days even. And it was all they could do to keep Thomas from charging into the room until Lady Dorothy, Elizabeth's half sister came to the door allowing him entrance to his wives chamber.

"Elizabeth," he murmured as he walked over to her bed, she was desperately tired but she was holding her baby with pride.

"Thomas," she replied her eyes cast down, "I am sorry, the child is a girl. I…I have failed you."

"Darling, don't worry," He said trying to comfort her and hide the fact he was bitterly disappointed. "after all we are both young, I am only 23 and you 19, sons will follow, but now we must find a name for our girl, I thought Mary, for your late mother."

Elizabeth smiled up at him, "I'd like that," she confessed, "Lady Mary Boleyn, Mine own little angel."

"Aye," he agreed proudly, "An angel indeed, with a beauty like the goddess of love herself"

And so he lifted the baby girl from his wife's tired arms. He carried the child over to the window, and whispered in a proud tone "You, Mary Boleyn, shall make our fortune."

Thanks for reading I know it is a short chapter but it is just the prologue and the following chapters will be longer.

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