A/N: Thanks again to all my reviewers This came on an old idea that I had when I was in my first year of college. Count of Monte Cristo subplot with the tudors omg what do we get! This: Tower of London September 18th, 1536 Two days away from execution
Chapuys was waiting for his execution. The King ha accused him of adultery and conspiracy for plotting against the Queen, the concubine his mind whispered. No matter what popular opinion was in this land of demons, he would never acknowledge that concubine as Queen. They could rack him, torture him and still he would not acknowledge her, he told himself fervently.
Brereton was the worst person he could trust. He had failed more than once to kill the concubine, and now because of him Chapuys was here stuck in the Tower of London awaiting his sentence.
The King would no doubt sentence him to death, he would not be given a fair trial. If he was to die what would happen to that sweet lady, his Princess, Mary, the true heir of England? She should be the one enjoying the titles of Princess and getting her father's attention not that bastard brat "Lady" Elizabeth. Lady, that was putting lightly. He snorted. Only because his lady had fallen prey under the little girl's spell he would not refer to her as simple Mistress Elizabeth Tudor. For all he knew the girl could be the product of the many affairs of Anne Boleyn. Rumor had it she was really Henry Norris' daughter, he would not be surprised if that were the case.
Chapuys began to pace back and forth in his cell. How had he ended this way? He had meant to poison Anne Boleyn to terminate her pregnancy, but alas Brereton had to fail and worse he got caught and he told Chapuys was his conspirator.
Anne Boleyn not only not lose her child, she had carried it to term so now she had a son, a Prince of Wales, and the true Princess? Nobody was doing nothing for her, the Emperor preferring to shed no blood and because he wanted an English alliance against the French influenced the Pope Paul III to declare the King's marriage valid making his previous one invalid -that made Princess Mary now nothing more than Lady Mary. He considered it unfair, it was the work of the devil, his master had to be under the devil's influence, it was all that woman's fault, if it hadn't been for her none of this would have happened!
Chapuys shrunk as he finally sat down. There was only one bed and next to it one chair and one desk, all very uncomfortable to what he was used to. As he began writing his last will, something in him snapped, what if he could buy his way out of this one ... no, now he was becoming dellusional. There was no way in hell he would escape death this time, he had not been smart or witty enough to outsmart the Boleyns or the cunning Cromwell. Alas, he had been getting old and weary.
Finding nothing useful to do but write, when he finished he realized what was on paper. It all seemed as gibberish at first but the closer he looked he realized he had written about his lady, the true Princess Mary. It was about everything he knew of her, what perfume she used, what were her favorite roses, her favorite cakes and her favorite books ...all about her. He was supposed to have done an epitaph and yet he had wasted his lost bottle of ink writing about her -what a waste of time.
He went back to his bed, he could feel the light of the moon shine on him, the stars hovering above. He hated the sky, he hated everything in general.
Closing his eyes he made a wish, not hiding his selfish nature he wished that he could take all of this back and God forgive him he wished for nothing more than revenge, to avenge his lady, to avenge Katherine of Aragon but to take revenge on everyone that had forsaken, unknowingly for him his wish had been another one's command.
