Disclaimer:I do not own the people that you recognize, which I know, is obvious even if there are a few I wish I did.

Anyways...I had an odd craving to write this one night. It is the cast of Deadliest Catch set in a Tudor style world. I am not sure if I am going to continue beyond this point, it depends on the feedback that I get. Hint*Review*Hint

I hope you enjoy it. :)

Anna screamed as another contraction fell upon her. The child in her womb seemed to be clinging to her. It had been almost a full day since she had felt the first pain. Outside she knew that her husband was pacing, with two brothers standing by to calm his nerves. She couldn't wait to see him, to show him their child. Though, she mused, she was very tired. Maybe she would rest before seeing the baby.

No, she thought with a smile, she wanted to see their child. Besides she wanted to see his face when he realized she had won the bet. They were going to have a daughter she knew that the moment she came to the realization that she was pregnant. It was the way the energy came from the baby. She was going to be strong, their daughter, she would protect their people.

Even though her husband's older brother had inherited the throne the responsibility still fell to the nieces of the King to help safe guard the land. The King himself only had a daughter at the moment, his wife having just miscarried. The men walking the corridor outside were hoping for a son, to know that no matter what there was a male heir to continue the peaceful nature of their country.

How disappointed they would be. But her sweet husband would not care. Their bet was made in jest, he had even admitted to her that he wanted a daughter. There was no reason to potentially force one of their children to lead such a stressful life as king.

Again she screamed. Why did the baby not want to enter the world? What was scaring it so? One of the midwives said that they saw the baby's head. A few more pushes they said, and the new child would breathe its first breath. So it was, twenty minutes later her daughter came screaming into her world.

Norman rushed to his wives side. At a glance all seemed well with her except as he grew closer he saw how pale she truly was. When one of her ladies brought the babe over she could barely muster enough strength to hold it. Motioning for a doctor he held onto her hand. The squirming newborn caught his attention.

Her eyes were wide and curious as they met his. Leaning he kissed his wives forehead. "You were right my love. I am glad." He thought that she would say something in return but he only got a grunt. Picking up his daughter he moved away to allow the doctors better access. Two days later, all he had to his name was a motherless daughter.

Seven years later…

Norman watched as his daughter played with her younger cousin Lily. The girl had the same red hair as her father. His daughter, his Aria, had inherited her mothers' light brown hair. Lily was only two years younger than Aria making them perfect companions for each other. Playing with them was the son of a high nobleman. Jake was chasing the two girls in a lighthearted game of war.

He heard footsteps coming from behind him. Turning he saw his older brother, Sig making his way to him. Norman inclined his head. Sig smiled and shook his head. "I am glad to see that they get along, but where are Mary and Elizabeth? Why are my daughters not with them?" He only got a shrug from his younger brother. "She looks like her mother."

"I know." His grey eyes follow his daughter as she started chasing Jake. The boy only three years older than she was smiled brightly. Blinking he remembered when he had met her mother. How even though they were so young he knew that he loved her. From afar it appeared to be the same way for their child.

"Aria and Jake seem to get along quite well." Norman smiled sadly.

"That they do." Sig looked at his brother. Even after seven years the pain of his wife's death still resided in his eyes. No matter how often they had tried to persuade him, Norman refused to remarry. He said that he didn't need a son as long as he had Aria.

"I can talk to the boys parents if you want, to arrange the marriage." Norman took a moment to glance at Sig before shaking his head.

"Not yet." The king appeared insulted that his offer was rejected. Yet because it was his own family he let it pass. Resting his hand on the other man's shoulder he peered at the children playing before going back inside.

Norman continued to watch his lone child. He would have no other heir. Aria was his sole joy. He made sure that she knew that he loved her more than anyone else. Whenever he could he made it so they ate meals together. Her cousins didn't see their parents as much as Aria saw him.

His brother, the King, had three growing daughters who he barely saw. Edgar who tried as best he could saw his own offspring only a little more than Sig did. Though because Edgar was the only one of them that had a son, there was more of an opportunity to see one of his children during the daylight hours. James, Edgar's oldest son was the heir to the throne, unless one of Sig's daughters had one of their own before their father's death.

Despite what people might have thought, Norman was glad that his daughter would not be Queen in any capacity. As the niece to the King she had some value when it came to arranging political marriages but not as much as her cousins. She would be able to live a quiet life, uninterrupted by the demands of the people. In a few years he would ask her thoughts on marrying Jake. But for now he would let her be the happy child that she was.

Four years later

Norman walked with his daughter around the lake. She spoke to him about her lessons, how she despised learning languages even if she was pretty good at them. Aria said that her tutors complained about how miniscule her handwriting was, but no matter what she did she just seemed to write like that. He chuckled as she muttered lightheartedly that it wasn't far.

"May I ask you something papa?" He smiled down at her.

"Of course angel."

"Uncle Edgar is planning a match for little James, he is only seven. I am nearly twelve and you haven't done anything when it comes to a future husband for me. Why?" Norman stopped walking and turned his gaze to take her in fully. Her eyes showed her mother's determination.

"There is a possibility that James is going to be King one day." She snorted.

"I know that."

"I know you do, but that is the reason. Your uncle needs to find the best possible match out there for his son, to help keep our country secure. I don't have that fear with you. But I do have someone in mind." Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, Aria's face brightened.

"Who is he papa? Do I know him? Is he intelligent? I can't marry someone who isn't. Does he live here at court, so I can see you everyday even after I get married?" Her father's laugh stopped Aria from continuing her questions.

"You do know him." He paused, debating whether to tell her. "I have started speaking to Jake's father, but if you do not want to marry him, I will end the match." She shook her head.

"I like-I approve of this match." Norman didn't miss the faint blush that tinted her cheeks.

Three years later

"I am glad that you could finally join us Norman." Edgar sounded irritated. "You thought it was wise to leave me alone with this one?" He motioned to Sig. Norman gave a short laugh.

"I apologize." Sig glanced up from the stack of papers before him and held out a few for Norman.

"Read this. I don't like where any of this is going. A plan of actions needs to be decided within a few days or we may risk losing everything." Sitting down Norman did as he brother asked. He frowned as he came to the end.

"What are our options?" He asked looking at Sig.

"We could propose a treaty, but then we would need something to back it up."

"Like a betrothal to one of our children." Edgar interjected coldly.

"No matter what that is going to happy. If not to this punk's son then to someone else's. We need to make sure that they people are protected. I don't like it any more than you do, and my daughter's are first in the line for this. So for now Lily is safe." The youngest brother seemed pacified.

"And Aria?" The two men turned to him. "Her betrothal to Jake stays intact?" The King shrugged.

"Nothing is set in stone in regards to that and you know it. The children don't even know yet. And she is still so young no need to tie her to anyone." Norman stood and glared down at the light haired King.

"A few years ago you told me you would set up the match, Aria has agreed to it. I will not have her heart broken because you decided to go back on your promise." Sig stood up too.

"And I will not have you undermining my authority. It is within my power to decide who your daughter marries. If I decide she is to marry someone else then she will." He banged the table.

"My daughter will not be shipped to some far off country to marry some Kings third son when she would be happier here. You have daughters do what you want with them, but leave mine alone." Calmly Edgar rose.

"Nothing is decided in terms of who she is going to marry but odds are in her favor that she will marry Jake. As you pointed our Sig has three daughters himself, and a fourth may be on the way, so I doubt you need to worry." Norman sighed but he didn't feel right about the situation. There was something going on behind Sig's eyes that made him nervous.

"When does the King of Conila arrive?" Norman changed the subject.

"Three days, and he is bring his oldest son. I want to make an agreement with him. I am hoping that he with choose to betroth his son to either Mary or Elizabeth, but is he decides on Aria he will get what he wants." All Norman could do was pray that it wouldn't come to that.

Upon arriving to his chambers to eat dinner he found Aria playing the cello. Her hands moved smoothly as she shifted and varied the speed. As he watched he saw her mother. Slowly she was becoming more of a young woman. Would he be able to bear not having her near him when she did finally marry? If Sig kept his word, and she married Jake, than he would have no reason to fear being separated from her. But if the visiting King liked her above her cousins than there was the chance she would be sent away.

Turning his attention back to the music he couldn't help but be proud. He applauded when she came to the end. Smiling she ran to give him a hug. "I missed you." Leaning down he kissed the top of her head.

"I missed you too."

"What's wrong papa?" Her grey his matched his own.

"Don't worry about it Aria." She frowned at him.

"You are lying to me. It has to do with the visiting King doesn't it?" When he didn't respond she continued. "Uncle Sig thinks that he might choose me to marry his son." She shook her head with a sad smile. "It isn't going to happen. I'm not as beautiful as Mary, or as smart as Elizabeth. The King won't pick me, I am not even a princess, just a niece to the King. I have no special title, or talent. I am pretty average at everything. So don't worry papa, it isn't going to me." Norman didn't know who she was trying to convince.