"Anne." Henry the 8th king of England, Ireland and France, looked at his wife, Queen Anne. She was wearing a red dress and her dark brown hair was braided in a braid. Henry still loved Anne, in a way. But he loved Jane more.

"I understand Your Majesty, I just want a favor." Anne obediently kneeled down. "I just want to continue seeing Elizabeth. And Mary too."

"Alright." Henry agrees. "They will remain a legitimate. But now I have one condition, not a condition, but my command. You have to marry a man in my choosing."

"Of course, Your Majesty. If His Majesty is so kind and tell me who is my future husband?"

"Charles Brandon." Henry replied. Anne twitched on the name of the man who immediately hated her. "Of course, Your Majesty, I hope that your whore will bring you many sons that I have miscarried."

"This is good-bye, Lady Anne Boleyn Marquess of Pambroke." He was now free. Free to marry his sweet Jane. Anne bowed humbly and went. She looked calm, but she was furious. That whore will now sit on her throne! And wear her crown! And sleep beside her husband! And she still has to marry Charles Brandon! Why him?! She thought that Henry still loves her, but what kind of love is that?! Oh, she can not do anything now. Yesterday, Henry last time came into her bed. Anne saddened at the thought of last night. That was the last love which Henry would ever show her. And the next day he immediately asked for a divorce.

ANNE AND CHARLES'ES WEDDING

The wedding is over, now it's time to dance. Charles was as furious as Anne was when he found out about the wedding. Since they married, they had to dance the first dance. Charles was casually holding Anne while they were dancing. "Charles," Anne said.

"What?"

"I know that you do not like it, and believe me, I did not want to do this to you." Charles has carefully looked into Anne's blue eyes. He wanted to shout that she was lying, but there was something in her eyes that drove Charles that he believes her. He did not say anything, he just cocked his head.

SOFFOLK HOUSE

Anne was lying in her new bed. Charles was beside her. They were still drunk from their wedding, Charles put his arm around her waist. Anne hysterically smiled. "Back off servant, I am the queen." She said, but it was obvious that it was a joke.

Charles smiled and leaned over her. "Then I'm your king tonight." He said in a seductive tone and he started to kiss her all over her body.

"I think that Henry will not like it." She said when she started to unbutton his shirt.

"I do not care for Henry!" Charles shouted and kissed Anne passionately on the lips.

"He might locks you in the Tower ..." Anne was joking through kisses.

NEXT MORNING

Anne woke up with a terrible headache. Charles was not beside her. She suddenly remembered last night in disgust. Aaaww, how she could be with Charles? Herny's best friend. She's a terrible person. But Charles is her husband. He can do with her whatever he wants. Because he is not Henry, he would not allow her everything. Damn. She let down her entire family. She still continues to have her title. She can imagine it: 'Anne Boleyn Brandon, ex-Tudor, Marquis of Pambroke the Duchess of Suffolk, wife of Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk, the former queen of England, the mother of princess Elizabeth and stepmother of Mary, The Princess Royal.' Perfectly. Just perfect. She brushed her hair and put on luxurious purple dress. Although she was no longer queen, she was still beautiful. "My lady," said the one of her ladies in waiting. "You have a visitor."

"Who?" Anne asked.

"Mary, Princess Royal." Lady said and bowed.

"Send her in." Mary entered. She was really beautiful. Anne thought. She was wearing a blue dress and her brown hair was braided. "Your Highness," Anne bowed.

"Your Grace," Mary just lowered her head in a sign of respect.

Anne raised, Mary saw a smile on her face. However, Mary knew that her stepmother was unhappy. The two of them became really friendly while Anne was still queen. She apologized to Mary and Mary recognized her as a queen and then she became the Princess Royal.

"What do I owe this visit?" Anne asked.

Mary smiled. "I just wanted to see you, Anne. And I need your help. I am sorry that you are no longer queen, but in my eyes you are and you will always be."

"Thank you, Mary."

"Here is someone who wants to see you." Mary moved behind her and Elizabeth appeared.

"Elizabeth! My darling." Anne said, and Elizabeth ran to her in a hug. "Are you OK?"

"Yes, Mama." Elizabeth said.

"Wait, Mary." Anne said. "You said that you need my help. What happened?"

"I think we can not talk about it in front of Elizabeth." Mary said.

"All right. Elizabeth, go play in your room that I made here for you."

"Okay, Mama." Elizabeht said, and happily went out of the room.

"Well, what is it?" Anne asked.

Mary took a deep breath. "The father declared us illegitimate."

"What!?" Anne exclaimed that all London hears her. "He promised to remain you two legitimate if we divorce."

"You gave up your title for us?" Mary asked.

"Yes, I did, Mary. You are dear to me as my own daughter. That bitch Jane is blame for this!" Anne was so furious that she hit the chair with her leg.

"But what do we do now?" Mary asked desperately. "Jane persuaded father to get out us from our home. She just came in there and said we were thrown out. She threw us on the street. I did not know where to go. You were my first thought."

Anne took a moment to gather herself. "Of course you will stay here. In Elizabeth's room has one single bed and a closet. If you want."

"Of course I do," Mary said happily. "But this is not just your house. What if your new husband does not agree with us?"

"Charles is a full day at the court. He is barely here."

"Thank you, Stepmother."

"Excuse me, my Lady." A lady in waiting said. "Lord Rochford is here to see you."

"Send him in."

"Who is that?" Mary asked. But she did not get to answer because he had already entered. She had to admit that he was really handsome. it seemed that he is just a little older than her.

"Sister." He said, and hugged Anne.

When he released his grip around her, he turned to Mary. "Oh, I never met you." Anne said. "Mary, this is my brother George. He only recently returned from France. George, for my Mary you have clearly heard."

"Yes." George said, and kissed Mary's hand. She felt a strange feeling in his touch. "Royal Princess Mary. I've heard of your beauty and intelligence all the way from France." He smiled.

Mary blushed. "You're just too kind, My Lord."

"Just call me George."

Suddenly, out of nowhere Anne dropped to the floor. "Anne, Anne!" Mary shouted. George picked up her and put her into bed. "What about her?" Mary asked.

"I do not know." George replied.

"Anne, Anne." Mary shook her by her shoulder. After a few seconds, Anne opened her eyes. "What happened?" Anne asked in a low voice.

"You fainted." George replied.

"But why?"

"Anne, this might be uncomfortable question, but when the last time you had sex?" May asked.

Anne little blushed. But she knew that her stepdaughter knows what she's doing. "The day before yesterday with your father and yesterday with Charles."

Mary looked a little strange for a moment, but then she smiled. "I think you are pregnant."

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