{Okay so in a recent request I was asked to make two fan fiction's on the Tudors I have now finished watching four seasons and have come up with the two of them. I hope you enjoy and even though this is not my first fan fiction, it is my first in the type of area as the others were on Sons of Anarchy and Walking Dead, so please forgive me for any mistakes I may have come across. I will be taking a few liberties with both stories including stepping a little out of line when it comes to the dear King Henry which normally doesn't happen if I understand anything by watching the show. I am going to keep the fact that he did suffer the injury at the jousting tournament but, the ulcer didn't happen he just has a wicked scar and he is just as healthy as he was in the start as well as they are still pretty young in these stories even though I know in the season they are protrude as getting pretty old. Both of these stories will start between the middle of the third and fourth season so if you haven't seen that far there will be some spoilers in both. As applies to the other fan fiction's, how fast I update is based on how many reviews, favorites and follows I receive. I welcome all reviews whether it is to request something you would like to happen, criticism (but, no flamers please don't read if you don't like it), to comment or even just to request it doesn't matter I welcome it all. Other than that I hope you enjoy as well as I do not own The Tudors only my own character and anything you do not recognize.}

It had been almost three years since I had seen my dear brother or attended his court. I had just found out about his newest wife Jane Seymour's death and not long after the man that I was residing with as Queen, had passed away and as I never bore him any children I was forced to give up my title to the next successor in line. Not that I was complaining me and Christopher had already come to the arrangement that I would return to my brother and take on my previous title if he had ever died. But, when I had sent word to both my brother and Sir Thomas Cromwell, and I had waited for months to receive an answer on when I was expected to arrive in court but, never received an answer. I had just received word from my brothers best friend Charles Brandon telling me about the fact that my brother had isolated himself in his chambers with only his damn fool to speak to and that his country was rioting once more yet he refused to come out and deal with it.

The recent murders are suspected to be related to Thomas Cromwell and Charles also says that his privy council, who should be able to deal with such things in his absence, are falling apart. There was one point in our childhood where Henry had reacted the same way as he is now with our father's death and in fear of what he would do no one would step in, except me. Out of all of our siblings we were always the closet and I was the only one who could even remotely get away with speaking to him in any such a way that would make others cringe but only in private of course. Charles knowing this and has asked for my appearance in hopes to bring my brother back. I wouldn't trust that damn fool any farther then I could throw him.

I had now been on the road for two days and we were just about to reach the place I used to call home. It was so smothering hot out I couldn't wait to get out of the blistering heat. I looked a lot like my mother with golden blonde hair that reached my middle back if I let it down and normally, if left unattended, would have tame curls and waves about it and sparkling blue eyes with my natural ruby red plump lips. Today my ladies had place my hair away from my face so that it went into a nice spiral bun at the base of my neck but, the dress I was wearing was killing me. With the heat the dress was making it worse. But it was beautiful, it had a square neckline with gold trimming and a deep red base color and a delicate pattern in the middle of the dress. I wore my mother's necklace like I normally do and there was a cross laying in the middle of the necklace that rested right in the center of my chest. I had a body that wasn't a very common one seen, my chest was slightly larger than most women at court and I had very pronounced curves. One of the men that I was traveling with helped me off my horse and onto the ground, I gave my famous Tudor smile and looked back at the front doors.

I started up the stairs and looked into where everyone was mingling about but, I could not see any of the Privy Council members, Charles or even Thomas. Since these members were not present I knew there was only one other place they could be. I turned sharply on my heel and headed straight for the room they would all be in. When I arrived the door was just slightly ajar and I could hear people of the council telling Thomas that they no longer wanted to follow by his order, that they wanted to know why the King himself was not out dealing with these issues instead of the man that was causing them. By now I had stepped into the room, if he wasn't going to be here to put a stop to it, someone needed to.

Charles Brandon's eyes locked with mine and I placed my finger over my lips to let him know not to give me away just yet. Just as I was about to speak up a man I had not seen before had shouted that he was done listening to a rambling fool and the council turn to leave and they all laid eyes on me. Anger crossed some of the council's faces at my sudden intrusion but, as Charles and Thomas bowed their heads, the rest of the council caught on to who I was and followed. Charles came forward and held his hand out to me, "Princess."

I gave him a smile and placed my hand in his and allowed him to bring farther into the room. "I'm sorry my lady I do not mean to come across as rude but, perhaps this is not a discussion a lady like you should trouble yourself with." The man from earlier spoke up

I looked over at him before I asked, "And who would you be?"

"Thomas Cather my lady."

I let go of Charles hand and took a few steps towards the man placing my hands on top of one another (palms together) in the middle of my body. "Well, Mr. Cather I have been invited back to court because neither my brother nor his adviser will answer me. Now, I want you all to answer me this…Is it not your duty to advise the king and when the king is not able to attend are you not to control the citizens? Not allow them to run rampant stabbing other members of court whether or not you think there is an underlying reason behind it? The answer to my question gentlemen is that yes this is the duty of the council and yet you are allowing your judgment to cloud this! The king at the moment is in disposed and what do you think he will do when comes out of confinement to find the reckless mess that you all left for him. Now, this meeting will be continued at a later date, when all your heads are cooled and I expect his Majesty to be out of confinement by the end of the week so, make sure that you have a plan of action by the time he arrives or I can guarantee you Mr. Cather that you won't have the choice in leaving this council. Understood?"

Everyone looked around each other and back at Thomas Cromwell before they all murmured things along the lines of yes. I turned around and looked at Charles flashing him my smile before I asked, "Now, your grace will show me to my brothers chambers?"

Charles nodded his head and held his arm out to me, just as I wrapped my arm around his I heard Thomas Cromwell speak up from behind me, "Pardon me Princess but, the King has asked not to be disturbed by anyone besides Mr. Sommers."

I looked back at him with a look that said to be quiet and said, "I know how to handle my brother that is why I will be dealing with him and not you Mr. Cromwell."

It had been a quite short walk to his chambers and as we approached the two people standing out front of his doors they stepped in front of us. "Sorry his Majesty is not accepting any visitors today."

I looked up to them, "So I have heard but, I'm sure gentlemen that he would want to see his dear sister and if you know what is good for you, you will move out of my way so that I may see my brother."

The men looked between each other and their eyes settled beside me on Charles. After a few moments they stepped aside from the door. I rested my hands on the door taking a deep breath before I pushed the doors open. It was extremely dark in the room and I could hear my brothers booming laughter from his couch as he flung his bread around in his hand. The moment he laid eyes on me, his laughter died down immediately. If I was going to do this I needed to do it now, no matter the consequences. I walked my way up to my brother who the whole time was looking at me as if I was a stranger before him. "Henry."

"Ava? Is that really you?"

I stood in front of him not letting him use our childhood name that besides Henry, Charles was the only one who called me as such. My whole name was Avangaline Elizabeth Tudor. After a few moments he burst out laughing once more and looked back at William Sommers, motioning to me with his bread. I took his bread from him placing on the table between the two then I grabbed his face in between my index finger and thumb and turned his face to meet mine. I could see the anger quickly rising in his face but, I spoke harshly at him before he had a chance to speak, "Henry you are going to listen to me now, it is not time for games and laughter. You are acting like a spoiled child and you are letting your land crumble beneath you. I understand you lost the Queen and I feel your pain and loss and you would know that if you had read any of my letters in the time since the Queen died. Realize your Majesty that you now have three children who are need of their father, a foolish privy council that can't seem to agree on anything, rioting and murder in your streets while you lay in your confinement laughing without a care in the world! You are the King, Henry and you are cowering in your chambers like a damn child! You are a grown man and I shouldn't have to chase after you like our mother would. You always say how you want to be like father and you have even spoken of being better than even that yet, you hide and play childish games with your damn fool! Your people need you, the court needs you and if that does not pull you from this stupor then your beautiful new born son and your two beautiful daughters should! You are a damn King now act like one!"

At my sudden outburst, shock seemed to take over his face and he seemed to be in thought. I walked back over to the door but before I left I looked over my shoulder, "I have taken the liberty of alerting the council that you will be back in a few days time so as to give you time to correct your current situation. I also have two ladies in waiting with me and I will confine myself to my old bed chambers while I wait for you to ask of my appearance or for you to deal what consequence you see fit your Majesty. But, brother I have missed you and keep in mind I only did this to bring your attention to current issues in the court as no one else would."

The room stayed quite as I walked up to Charles and asked him to show me to my old chambers as I was tired from my long journey and wished to rest.

~~TUDORS~~

It had been two days since I put myself in confinement. I was dressed in another square neckline the top layer and my corset being of a nice peach/orange color and underneath was a suede black and my hair again was pulled away from my face but instead of it being placed in an up do it was down but my bangs and front pieces of hair pulled back by a nice flower of the homeland. The ladies were sewing as I stared out of the window and waited yet another day for my brother to beckon for me. There was a knock on the door and after one of my ladies answered it she came and whispered in my ear that Charles was standing there. I looked over at him my eyes lingering over his figure for a moment. Before my father had married me off to my late husband in a power move as he called it, I was madly in love with the man standing before me and yet years later he still held my affection. I had heard of a marriage that he had but, my brother had said something about a tragedy between them one he thought if I wanted to know I should ask him myself. Henry always knew of my affection towards his best friend but, never said anything. "Princess?" Charles called, bringing me from my thoughts.

I stood up, brushing my dress down before smiling at him, "His majesty has asked for your appearance for supper, will you accept?"

"Do I have a choice?" I giggled

"Well I guess not, or at least not after what happened."

I nodded my head and grabbed for the letter that was sitting on my desk. I asked my ladies to stay behind and continue with their sewing. I walked up to Charles taking the arm he offered in my hand and let him lead me to where my brother was waiting for me. I bite my bottom lip and asked, "Is he mad?"

"Not from what I can tell my lady but, you can never be too careful with his Majesty's thoughts."

I looked down at our conjoined arms, "You don't have to be so proper when we are in private Mr. Brandon. You should know better than anyone how much I really don't like it when people I keep dear talk to me in such a way."

He placed his hand over mine, engulfing it in his own. My heart slightly skipped a beat at his action even though I know he meant nothing by it. "Okay then Ava but, I must inquire that you call me by my first as well, we have known each other for how many years?"

He had a point, "Charles."

I let a smile dance on my lips and we walked in quite for a few more steps, "You know you never did say good bye Ava."

"I didn't want to leave, I didn't even really know myself. I was visited by my father who ordered my ladies to pack and that I was leaving tomorrow."

He seemed to think about this for a moment before he asked, "Did the King treat you kindly?"

I smiled at the memory of my late husband, "Yes…he was a very kind man, and to him I was more of a nice and beautiful lady to have company with as he so said himself. Truth be told I was very scared when I was told I was to be married to Christopher as I was only of such a little age of fourteen years but, he showed me a great deal of kindness and respect. Even now as I am of twenty two years, he never wavered in the way he treated me. The marriage between us was nothing more than a strategic power move between father and an old friend. I did my duties as Queen by day and attending court but, by the end of the night I was there for comfort, to hear the tales of his past or to quite simply read to him. When we married he told me that he was not long for this world believing no matter what anybody said that he only had a few years at most of life left lived and that after he only wished for my happiness and success in finding love. So to answer your question yes…he treated me very kindly and I was very lucky to be blessed with that marriage and not one of force and unwillingness as my sister so proved."

"If you would not mind my asking…why have you came back to court, surely you should have remained in his court."

I smiled at him and patted his arm, "You see I never bore the king a child and his late wife had passed away in child birth and his daughter had died not long after. The king could never make another child as he always said his poor heart could not take another tragedy such as that again, so a bill was passed that the next in succession would be his only living relative, his younger brother and bride would take reign after his untimely demise. Forgive me Charles but, I would say that you wished me not to return."

By this point we had reached the door and Charles stepped in front of me, grasping my hands in his and holding them tight in his, "No Ava I am glad to see you back in court once more I just want to make sure that the course that brought you here was not of a bad one, is that so wrong?"

"No I guess not."

"Good, now his Majesty is awaiting for your arrival and we must not keep him any longer, I hope to see you in the tournament tomorrow."

"Tournament?"

"Yes, in honor of your coming home his Majesty has ordered a day of celebration and a jousting tournament will be there by mid-day."

Of course he did, I don't understand why men made such excuses for celebration but, I would look forward to it none the less. Charles raised my hand to his lips and kiss the back of my hand, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt my cheeks turn a rosy red as I looked away. He always had this effect on me, even now as matured woman. I heard him chuckle under his breathe and I motioned to the guards to open the door. Charles finished escorting me into the room and my brother looked up at us and smiled before he motioned to the empty seat. I nodded my head in his direction and looked once more towards Charles, "Thank you once more your grace."

He smiled at me and I walked to the seat and took it. Henry looked between us before he said his goodbyes to Charles and the chef that was just putting the last bit of supper on the table. A few minutes went by in silence as we started supper and Henry was the first to speak up. "So my dear sister how was your journey down here?"

"It was excellent, I enjoyed the country side so much but, it was to long for my taste."

"I see well in any case you look well," he seemed to ponder something before he put his utensils down and looked over at me, " Now, I am sure you know why I have asked you to come here, as your king I don't think I should allow you to get away with saying such things as you did and especially in front of the people you did…but, as your brother I understand why you did such a thing and am grateful as I now see the world as it is and not the illusion that I was under. As consequence for your actions it shall be very simple, in honor of the late Queen there shall be a play that my daughter Mary is helping put together and shall be presented within this upcoming few months. I want you to take part in it and help Mary with any and all things she may need."

I hated plays my mother always loved them and forced me to take part in them but, I never did truly like them and Henry knew that. But, considering the situation I put myself in I knew I could make no argument. "That seems fair brother."

"Good, now on to the next topic I wish to speak with you about. In your letters that I have read, you spoke of your late husband's death and your wish to come back to court and remain here under your previous title, I am willing to grant that and I will have some more ladies in waiting start to attend to your needs and your old room renovated to suit you more as you are now much older than you once were. But, I must ask one question Ava?"

"Yes?"

"You will have to marry once more as I understand that you have not bore any children but, I ask that after you have made yourself once more at home in court that perhaps you take the chance at finding love like I did with Jane and not have me do what father did and force you onto another man through an arranged marriage. We have already lost our other two sisters and we are all that is left. I want to wish you the utmost happiness and luck in love."

I know that Henry was trying very subtly to hint towards Charles as he knew of my affection but, he was trying not to be to terribly obvious about it. But, with his blessing now I may try to pursue Charles and see if there is any affection towards myself. That is if he no longer has a wife as I do not fully understand what happened in his previous marriage. So I smiled kindly at my brother and continued on with my super. After we were done eating and laughing at some of my stories and his own, he walked me to my chambers and I turned to face him once more. Pulling out the letter I had taken with me and passed it to him, he looked at me confused before taking it from me. "It is a letter from Christopher, before his passing he gave me it and asked that I made sure that you received it when I arrived back at court and that no other prying eyes including my own had read it." I answered him before he spoke.

He smiled up at me once more and leaned forward to give me a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug before he told me to have sweet dreams and walked off. As my ladies got me ready for bed, my mind couldn't help wandering to the celebration tomorrow and more importantly seeing Charles again.