Hey guys, I know this wasn't one of the most voted for on the poll but its been bothering me so I had to write it. This is gonna be a very long one starting from Anne of Cleves marriage to Henry all the way to the start of Elizabeths reign. It starts when Anne is five months pregnant. Also the joust that Henry fell at was called off but later Anne miscarried anyways. Other than that everything is the same.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Tudors.

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Henry had a dilemma, a serious one at that. He had felt no affection for the new queen, Anne of Cleves. He had found her repulsive and did not wish to be married to her. However one night drunk he had come to her bed and consummated their marriage. Now she was pregnant. Five months or so the midwives thought.

He had already been making plans to be rid of her, to annul their marriage. But if she were to give birth to a boy, a treasured Duke of York then they would have to remain married. He would not consider this such a sacrifice however if the boy was healthy enough. Edward, his son by sweet Jane, was often sick and weak and though Henry loved his son more than anything he wanted another legitimate son to secure the succession.

Considering his past wives record, he didn't see why she would be blessed with a healthy son when they had failed. Katherine and Anne who were both strong and healthy had only given him daughters who could not rule after him no matter how much he loved and cherished them.

Mary and Elizabeth. They were illegitimate but his daughters all the same, though sometimes it hurt to see them as they reminded him so much of Katherine and Anne. Katherine's betrayal was not as serious as Anne's. Katherine only refused to take her rightful title and admit that she was not queen while Anne had slept with all those other men, leading him to doubt Elizabeth's paternity for a while.

While Mary definitely favored her mother with dark brown hair and green eyes, Elizabeth definitely favored the Tudors over the wretched Boleyns. Her beautiful red hair that reminded him so vividly of his own mother for whom she was named and his own light blue eyes. He proudly thought that no other man could have fathered such a bright, brave child as he remembered when she had first approached him after her mothers death. She had walked through the court with her head held high with as much courage as any warrior and addressed him in such pretty, clear French.

He recalled the beautiful smile she had shown him when he had welcomed her. He could remember only one smile more beautiful than hers… but he didn't want to think of her now. Suddenly agitated he leapt up from his desk. Thinking he might go for a hunt he left his study suddenly, trying to erase his recent thoughts from his mind.

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"So the queen is with child. Does the king show her any more favor now?" Mary asked Chapuys urgently. The queen was a Lutheran and if she was secure with the King, the reformation might be pushed farther, leading the people away from the true faith.

"He is more gentle and caring of her needs now. I do not believe he truly loves her but if the child is a boy she will remain as queen. The King wants a Duke of York badly." Chapuys answered. He agreed with the Princess Mary (her true and rightful title) that if the Cleves woman had a son they might be pushed even farther away from the Catholic faith. He halfway hoped she miscarried as if the child was a girl that might buy her some time.

Mary hoped it was a girl and that the King tired of her soon. Her sister Elizabeth talked non-stop of a younger sibling. Mary loved Elizabeth, even though her mother had been the harlot that had bewitched her father. Her sister was sweet and innocent and she was glad that her mother had not been allowed to taint her with wickedness.

Mary sighed. This was Anne Boleyn all over again. Hoping and praying that the child would be a girl or miscarried and that her father would tire of her soon. "We will have to wait and see."

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Anne knew that many people thought she could not give birth to this child including her husband. He had been more attentive of late because of the babe in her belly but he still did not love her. But she knew she could carry this child to term. She loved it already regardless of its sex. She had already decided if it was a girl she would name it Nannette after her younger sister that had died when Anne was twelve years old. Nannette was only eight and had taken an unfortunate fall down the stairs that broke her neck.

If it was boy she supposed that Henry would name it and she would remain as queen. She honestly did not care to be queen. If she had a girl and the King wanted an annulment she would not fight it like Katherine of Aragon. She would get the best deal she could for her and her daughter being glad to get away with her life as none of the previous of wives had.

She would just have to wait and pray to God she would come out of this alive and with a healthy child.

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4 months later, December 17 1540

Henry paced outside the birthing chamber anxiously. The queen had gone into labor yesterday. He looked around, pausing to smile at Elizabeth and Mary. All of the King's children had been summoned to the palace for another royal birth. Edward who was now two and just learning to speak was taking a nap so he wasn't here.

Elizabeth was humming happily, awaiting the arrival of a new brother or sister. She had Mary and she loved her very much but it was exciting to be a big sister again. She couldn't wait. The new queen was very nice to her and her name was Anne like Elizabeths mother's name. Elizabeth sometimes missed her mother even though she was not allowed to speak of her to anyone.

They all looked up at the sound of a baby's cry from the birthing chamber. It sounded healthy enough. Henry started pacing again waiting for someone to come out and tell him it's gender. One of the queens ladies burst out of the door and Henry starting towards her with Elizabeth and Mary waiting to hear as well.

The lady bent close and whispered what it was in the Kings ear. A shadow of anger passed over his face and then it was gone. He turned to his daughters. "Come and meet your new sister." he said with no emotion. Elizabeth laughed happily and stood up immediately. Mary also smiled though it was more a smile of relief than anything. Henry pushed open the door and they all went in.

Ladies were busy changing sheets and cleaning the chamber. Anne was laying in the bed, looking tired but gratified as she gazed adoringly at the infant gently fussing in her arms. She looked up at Henrys arrival and gave him a tentative smile. He pulled a chair up next to her while Mary and Elizabeth stood beside the bed. "May I hold her?" he asked Anne. He had already decided to annul their marriage but would allow her to come out of it rich with titles and estates. He would love his daughter even if she was not legitimate or the son he wanted. It proved he could sire healthy children if he married again.

He cradled his new child gently as Anne handed her over to him biting back a warning to be careful. Henry studied her intently. She stopped fussing as soon as she was in his arms looking up at him as though she too was studying him. He found this discomforting even though he told himself it was silly to feel watched by an infant. She had a tuft of soft downy black hair on her head that reminded him of his own hair. She also had blue eyes though they were several shades darker than his own. Perhaps they would lighten in time. "What do you want to name her?" he asked Anne again. While beckoning over Mary and Elizabeth to see their new sister.

Anne smiled at the sight before her. The King and all three of his daughter. She knew that he would probably annul their marriage now but she hoped to get something out of it for her daughter. "I was thinking of Nannette for my sister." she said shyly looking at him for his approval. He nodded.

"Can I hold her your majesty?" Elizabeth asked curiously. Henry smiled at her, wishing for a second that she would address him by the affectionate 'papa' she once had.

"You must sit down and be very careful." Henry warned. Elizabeth nodded, the picture of seriousness. She sat down on the bed next to Anne and held her youngest sibling gently. Mary smiled at Elizabeth and Nannette.

"She looks like you your majesty." Mary remarked as Elizabeth passed Nannette to her. Anne smiled at them. She was so glad the Nannette would have such good big sisters to take care of her. Anne was sure that they would all look out for each other and love and support one another. After all looking at them now who would dare say they would not be great friends?

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Anne's sister Nannette is a fictional character that I created. So Anne Boleyn has been reborn as Anne of Cleves daughter. What will happen now? How will her relationships unfold with those around her? Stay with us and find out. Thanks for reading. Please R+R.