This fic idea has been bugging me for a while so I decided to go ahead and write.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Tudors. So don't sue.
I'm only a boy yet I have ruled over one of the most powerful kingdoms in the world. I've sentenced people to death including my own uncles and changed the line of succession. Yet for all my power, all my riches, I still lay here dying at only 14 year old. As my hour of judgment approaches my thoughts turn to other things.
Such as my sisters. Sweet and pious Mary, fiery and clever Elizabeth. I have cheated Mary of her inheritance by making Lady Jane Grey the next heiress. What will become of them now? Will they be executed or discreetly done away with? Will Mary take the throne anyway as was our fathers wish after I died?
The lives of the royal children has often been tumultuous as the Kings favor could whip one way or another in an instant. As his only son, I was safe from most of his moods. Elizabeth and Mary however were not. Reminders only of failed marriages, they were often banished and forgotten.
Mary his first child, he had divorced her mother and named her a bastard so he could have a male heir to continue his line. Never again would she know the comfort of being a princess. Where once she was the ideal canidate for the throne, young and beautiful she was now far past what most considered her prime while Elizabeth was just reaching hers. How could she look at her sister and not be reminded of what she had lost?
And Elizabeth who was the spitting image of our father with her dark red hair and light blue eyes. Sometimes I think our father loved her the most out of all of us because she was the most like him and hated her too for the same reason. He had destroyed her mother and her without a second thought. He became a tyrant and when he looked at her he saw himself and all he had done.
I wonder if Mary takes the throne, how Elizabeth will fare under her rule? Will Mary seek to punish her for her mothers wrongdoings?
It is too late for these thoughts now. As my last breath rattles in my chest I pray one last time. I pray that Mary and Elizabeth find happiness as they never did under our fathers reign.
I step into a green meadow no longer sick or tired. There I see Katherine Howard strolling with Thomas Culpepper and a dark haired Spanish looking woman waiting patiently for something. She must be Katherine of Aragon and the other dark haired lady with my father standing beside her must be Anne Boleyn.
I scan the meadow looking for a woman I have longed for all my life. Ah, there she is blonde-haired and smiling. My mother, Jane Seymour. I am finally home.
The End
Tell me if I made a mistake. I plan to have a Mary Tudor one up soon. R&R please.