The Following is an attempt for the 2010 NaNoWriMo. Please be wary, this story is not going to be like any you have seen. I had to do a lot of planning and a lot of Math (which I hate) to plan this lovely story, if you don't like it, theres a little "X" button at the top of the screen CLICK IT and be mature and leave your comments to yourself. K thanx. Those who flame me…..will have flying monkeys sent upon them.

Disclaimer: I am not god, this did not happen, if it did….Allison Weir, David Starkley and all of those other hotshot biographers would have covered it by now.

And now without further ado…..

Daddy Dearest

Between A King And His Tutor:

I would often discuss the issue with Moore, we would stand on the roof at night, and study the heavens, Moore had a great knowledge of the stars and how they influenced our humors….

-Henry VIII-Tudors 2x07

September 30th 1530 Whitehall

There was a large gathering in the great hall. It seemed all of England was in anticipation to see the elevation ceremony of its new Lord Chancellor. Those in the room bustled with noise wondering what changes he would bring to England. For most, like patrons of Humanism, those born of low blood, thought his reign would bring an era where everyone would have a chance to live to their full potential. A reign that would free of corruption and greed. But some feared that with the Chancellor's new reign would come with a wave of terror that would eliminate all heresy from England.

But for now everyone thought this new Chancellor would be a breath of fresh air from the corrupt and greedy Cardinal Wolsey (who by the end of his reign did more for himself than the people).

Meanwhile the man of the hour, the soon to be Lord Chancellor, stood behind the closed the double doors waiting to be called into the room. The anticipation was killing him.

Though he wasn't the type to admit these things since he was so humble, but he was excited to be Lord Chancellor. It wasn't for the money, the glory or the prestige that came with it. It was for the mere fact that he cared for the king, whom he affectionately called "his Harry." It was his fatherly affection to his king that distinguished him the rest of the courtiers. His only reward and satisfaction was to keep a smile on the King's face even when the days were dark.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of trumpets and a voice calling out his name:

"Sir Thomas Moore."

On the far end of the room, King Henry VIII sat on his throne with a huge grin on his face. He knew that were was no one more worthy for this position than the man walking down the aisle. He considered Moore, the infamous man of all seasons, a godsend, and a saint.

He met Moore when he was 12 years and just named Prince of Wales. It was a dark time in his life. For all his life he believed that he was going to be nothing but a cleric. He was considered the disgrace. So when his brother Arthur, may god rest his soul, died everyone including his father laughed at the prospect of having his son become the King. No one believed in Prince Harry, no one except for Thomas Moore

He felt the safest when he was in the presence of his tutor. He could be himself, make mistakes and not be criticized for it. Soon he confided in Moore for all his secrets, wishes and fears. He turned to Moore for advice. This simple man who was supposed to be nothing more than a teacher, became the father he never had. And it remained that way ever since.

Henry didn't know what he would do without Moore. He was his foundation, without him, his world would crumble.

"Harry," That soft kind familiar voice said.

Moore stood before him with those kind dark eyes and that smile that lit up the room even on the darkest days. He bowed deeply and as always Henry felt the warm comforting feeling rush through his body. He then turned his head to his secretary, Thomas Cromwell who by now had knew how to these ceremonies by heart. Cromwell bowed his head and walked off the dais to the future Lord Chancellor with a Bible in his hands.

"Sir Thomas please place your hand on bible," He said.

With a happy sigh the humanist complied.

"Sir Thomas," Cromwell said in a serious tone, "Do you swear to take your position as Lord Chancellor honorably and faithfully, and to serve the king and provide him good council so help you god?"

Moore bowed his head in a sign of acknowledgement and said quietly and modestly:

"I do."

Cromwell bowed his head in a silent congratulations before stepping to the side. Sir Thomas mouthed a simple and polite "thank you". Soon Henry stepped down from his dais. It was now his job to make his title official.

"Kneel," Henry said with a proud smile.

Moore obediently kneeled before him. Again he was in a modest position, on one knee with his eyes towards the floor. His shoulders were straight up and proud. Henry knew Moore was never a man to be greedy and vain. But today…..after all he done for him, he deserved to be proud.

"Before I start," Henry said to the crowd of people which included Moore's friends and family and his betrothed Katherine of Aragon, "I would like to say a few words, I owe everything to this man. He prepared me with such diligence to be your king, gave me good council and above all….treated me like a human."

He looked down to Moore. A small confident smile flashed across his lips.

"And with that," Henry continued, "I say no man is more deserving for the title of Lord Chancellor than the man kneeling before me. And now to make it official."

Henry then pulled the sword out of his belt pocket and placed it on Moore's right shoulder. The humanist's dark eyes shifted towards the blade then back down to the ground.

"I dub thee Sir Thomas Moore Lord Chancellor of England," Henry said, "Now stand Sir Thomas and be recognized."

And as Sir Thomas stood up the crowd erupted in a thunderous applause.

It was hard for Henry to get to Sir Thomas that afternoon. The man of all seasons was surrounded by a sea of friends and family. It was almost impossible for him to get through the crowd (despite his high status as King). He had to wait just like everyone else.

A smirk formed at the corner of his lips as he remembered a set of words his mentor had told him about situations like this:

Yes Harry, once you become king, you will be above all others. They will bow to you and make a path for you in a crowded room, but there a some days where you won't get your way…..they will be too busy to make a path for you, experiences a man of normal blood would experience. If you are able to experience these things, then you will understand your people and if you understand your people you will be a great king.

There was never a set of advice Henry didn't follow no matter how much he disagreed with it, because Henry knew the outcome would always be positive. Patiently he waited for him to finish his conversations from friends and family. Soon a voice that was often so calming to him called out his affectionate nickname for him.

"Harry!"

The crowd parted for him making a clear makeshift path for him. Despite being an adult now, he ran down the path excitingly to give him a hug. He always found Sir Thomas' embrace comforting to him. It was that comforting embrace he longed for when he felt his world was falling apart. The embrace he longed for when he was having a bad day, and even if Henry was having a good day, a hug from his mentor and father figure would make the day close to perfect.

Soon Henry was at the end of the aisle hugging his mentor tightly.

Being the one who raised his Harry from a young prince to a great King, Sir Thomas loved these moments. Like his four natural children, stepdaughter from his previous marriage with his second wife Alice (may god rest her weary soul) and his adopted daughter, his mood reflected what Harry was feeling. If Harry was happy, Sir Thomas was happy. If Harry was upset, Sir Thomas was upset.

It wasn't just the empathy he felt Harry was upset that put him in the mental mindset of a parent, there were many other factors. There were times where Sir Thomas had sleepless nights worrying about the king's well-being. He had moments where he sharply retorted to anyone he caught mocking the king, like he often done if he heard one speaking ill of his children as well. He would drop what he was doing to comfort Harry if he got he was upset, or worse ill. It was like Harry was his long lost second son, never knew about for natural fatherly he felt with him. However the outcome was impossible because Harry wouldn't be on the throne now would he?

Harry had stepped back and smiled. It amazed the humanist that such a small, scrawny young boy became such a tall, polite and charismatic young man ruling a glorious kingdom such as England.

"So Sir Thomas," Henry said with that big grin that had not washed off his face since the beginning of the ceremony, "how does it feel to be Lord Chancellor?"

Sir Thomas tilted his head to the side and placed a finger on his chin. He often did that when he was thinking. As a humanist philosopher many often saw him in this, thoughtful position. To him this was a hard question to answer. Men who became Lord Chancellor were very vain about the fact they were given such a high prestigious honor. Others felt as though they were unstoppable and nothing would strike them down. Others reveled in the idea that there was a vast amount of riches that was coming their way. Those who knew the humanist well, knew that Sir Thomas Moore, the modest, kind, pious and moral scholar feeling's would be far from a common courtier.

"To be honest Harry," Sir Thomas said with a smile, "I don't feel any different than from what I felt when I awoke this morning."

Henry couldn't help but chuckle at the comment. The humanist laughed along with him. He was not surprised Moore would make a comment like that. He patted Moore on the shoulder.

"Always the idealist Sir Thomas," He said, "always the idealist. So are we still on for star gazing tonight or should I make other plans."

Sir Thomas raised an eyebrow, after all these years Harry was still questioning his reliability?

"Of course Harry," He said, "when have I ever had not been turned down such an activity we enjoy together….never."

It was the perfect night for stargazing. There was not a cloud in the sky. A warm breeze rustled through the trees. The moon was full and a orange color. It was rare to have such a warm fall night like this, but Henry cherished it.

From his spot in Whitehall, Henry could see his whole kingdom from here. From the dark forests to the never ending strip of water known as the Thames. From the dark sinister shadows of the tower, to the lights of the city that shined over London. He thought the best sight was the moon and the stars reflecting into the water of the Thames.

"You know Utopians may seem to have it better than us," A voice from behind called, "but they certainly don't have a view like this."

Henry made a slight smirk before turning his head towards the owner of that voice.

"Then Sir Thomas," Henry replied turning his head towards his friend and mentor, his blue eyes began to follow his movements, "the Utopians aren't as lucky as we thought."

Moore chuckled in response. The man was lucky he had a laugh as strong as his humor.

"How are things?" Sir Thomas asked as he took his spot right next to Henry, "how is the lady Anne?"

He watched as Harry's face went from a smile to a frown.

"She's complaining again," he said in a low grumble, "I admit it is taking rather long for the pope to agree with the divorce, but still Katherine was an easy person to agree with, she may have been stubborn but at least she was the type to come to an agreement as long as both parties were satisfied."

Sir Thomas sighed. He still didn't know what to make of the divorce since it happened so quickly. One day Harry told him he was divorcing Katherine, then the next before he even had time to process such a situation, he is engaged Harry's former wife. Not that he minded, he found Katherine to possess such inner and outer beauty that any man in Christendom could enjoy and cherish. And since Katherine was satisfied with the agreement Sir Thomas was satisfied as well.

Soon Harry found another girl. An exotic beauty with raven hair and dark eyes named Anne Boleyn. Sir Thomas knew who she was. His son, John, went to Cambridge with her brother George. The two shared a dormitory and became and still to this day remain close friends (George seemed to be the only Boleyn the humanist could tolerate). Both George and Anne along with their harlot sister Mary, the great prostitute, were children of the lowest of the scum of the earth, Thomas Boleyn. Lord Boleyn was the type who merely saw people, including his family and the king himself as objects that will benefit only him and no one else. He was the type of man that if murder wasn't a sin and was legal, Sir Thomas Moore would gladly kill to end the reign of destruction the man had created.

And Sir Thomas knew the moment he saw Harry with that Boleyn girl; that it had to be Lord Boleyn's doing. He prayed that this infatuation would pass like all of Harry's previous liaisons with women, but this girl, this Boleyn serpent was the cleverest of them all. She wouldn't let some foreign princess be queen….that was her prize.

Of course he tried in vain, to warn Harry, not outright but in little hints, but it now seemed to be too late. The spider had poor Harry caught in her web. It was only a matter of time before things began to turn to the worse.

"Harry," Sir Thomas with a concern look on his face, "are you sure you want to go through your marriage with the Lady Anne? I mean Harry look at yourself, you are not even married to her yet and you are stressing yourself out. Couldn't you marry someone else? Or at least find another suitor?"

Henry sighed and turned his towards the humanist and gave a smile. To the king it was a true smile, but to Sir Thomas, there still seemed to be something bothering him.

"Don't worry about me Sir Thomas," Henry said looking out into the horizon, "let's just enjoy this beautiful night."

Sir Thomas sighed and gave a reassuring smile. He would question further for now. But he had nothing but worry filling his mind. Little did he know….he would soon have much more trouble to worry about…

I hope you enjoyed! And you know the drill….nice comments/ reviews and encouragement for NaNoWriMo….shall get COOKIES!