Hello guys!
Here is a story I made, it will be a two shot. I hope my English won't frighten you, do not hesitate to tell me where I am wrong. I hope it will please you.
Summary: Reunions are supposed to be happy. But when you bastardized your daughters and when you are the cause of the deaths of their mothers, what are your thoughts when you meet them?
My daughters
Chapter one: Mary
Henry could not believe it. Mary submitted. Catherine of Aragon's daughter, Isabella of Spain's granddaughter gave up her fight and she signed. He did not know what the delegation he sent told her but it had been effective. He hadn't seen her for about four years.
« It gives me more pleasure than I can say to see you reconciled with your father. » He heard
Sweet Jane. Very sweet Jane.
He felt his heart beating faster as he walked in. He did not recongnized her at first sight. He left her as a child, he found a woman. And he realized that he had missed her. She looked a lot like her mother. And she was scared. She had a hard life because of him. He noticed it thanks to her clothes and her ladies in waiting. He could not erase these horribles events but he could, at least, ease her troubles.
« Here is a bill for one thousand crowns. If you need anything else, you need only ask. » He said, giving her the bill
« Thank you, Your Majesty. » Mary replied shyly.
Her voice broke his heart. He blamed himself for neglecting her. Damn that whore! Mary was his daughter, he loved her, she was the pearl of his world! He wanted her by his side, to have back what they had lost because of the slut Boleyn.
« Father. » He just said
He wanted to have a normal relationship, like his father had with his sisters.
« Yes... Father... »
It was a agreement. They could go back to the start. He kissed her forehead.
Just like he did when she was born.