This is the result of a challenge with my best friend... She gave me five words and I had to write a one-shot using them... So, tell me what you think :)

The words were: yellow - beginning - children - mirror - devotion.

A yellow beginning

It was the last night of the year and Catherine of Aragon was ready to welcome that 1536 more beautiful than ever, with a sweet smile on the lips and the Crown still on her head. It couldn't be enough of course evil men and far-sighted mistresses to steal from he the right to be Queen and first of all to take away from her the love of the King. Even if she had often doubted of Henry's love for her, when there had been the need to show it, he didn't stand back and now all of it seemed only just a far memory. And the happiness she felt appeared even in the dress that Lady Elizabeth and Lady Jane helped her to put on: new and yellow, a color she hadn't worn for so long.

"You are beautiful my love" Henry whispered taking her by surprise and embracing her from behind "But I'm afraid there's a woman more beautiful than you…" added then, departing a little and giving her a look just to observe her reaction.

Catherine closed the eyes for a second, while the smile slowly vanished from her face. No, not again, she was thinking, unable to look in the eyes the man she had promised her eternal fidelity to, and who instead didn't stop to betray her, not even now after more than twenty years of marriage.

"Ah no Forgive me, I was mistaken… It was your reflection" he finally revealed pointing at the mirror in front of them and letting out a brief laugh.

The Queen glared at him for the awful joke she had been victim of, but then she giggled too, approaching his husband to involve him in a passionate kiss. After some time, while she was finishing to get ready, Henry looked out the window and a bright smile illuminated his face seeing the scene in the Garden of the Royal Palace.

"What are you looking?" Catherine asked moving some steps towards him.

"See you yourself" he answered turning and taking her by the hand and pointing with the other at their children who were laughing happily; Mary and Arthur, the pearl and the sapphire of his world.

Catherine smiled proud too: Mary, who had become a beautiful young woman, would have soon become the Queen of France, while little Arthur, soon to be seven years old, that was conceived during the dark period of their marriage and had been the cause of their rapprochement, would have become one day a wonderful King of England, as his homonym uncle didn't have the chance to be.

"Sometimes I can't believe it's really over and you are still with me…" Catherine suddenly whispered looking from the window to his husband.

Henry looked down for a moment, while he felt the grip of guilt push in his stomach. He couldn't stand comparison with her blue eyes so pure and sincere, that for his fault had been misted over with tears too often.

"Instead, you have to believe it, Catherine" he answered caressing her cheek as to put away those tears that, now, there weren't anymore on her face "From today you don't have to doubt anymore of my immense love and devotion"

Both of them smiled, until the two smiles became one meeting in a kiss.

That was their new beginning. A begging History refused to give them.