{Okay so in a recent request I was asked to make two fan fiction's on the Tudors I have now finished watching four seasons and have come up with the two of them. I hope you enjoy and even though this is not my first fan fiction, it is my first in this type of area as the others were on Sons of Anarchy and Walking Dead, so please forgive me for any mistakes I may come across. I will be taking a few liberties with both stories including stepping a little out of line when it comes to the dear King Henry which normally doesn't happen if I understand anything by watching the show. I am going to keep the fact that he did suffer the injury at the jousting tournament but, the ulcer didn't happen he just has a wicked scar and he is just as healthy as he was in the start as well as they are still pretty young in these stories even though I know in the season they are protruded as getting pretty old. Both of these stories will start between the middle of the third and fourth season so if you haven't seen that far there will be some spoilers in both. This first entry is rather short as I am just creating a setting into the plot so please do not base your opinion on this first entry. As well Queen Katherine Howard does make an appearance in this but not like the show. As applies to the other fan fiction's, how fast I update is based on how many reviews, favorites and follows I receive. I welcome all reviews whether it is to request something you would like to happen, criticism (but, no flamers please don't read if you don't like it), to comment or even just to request something, it doesn't matter I welcome it all. Other than that I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. I not own The Tudors only my own character(s) and anything you do not recognize.}
My name is Iris Howard, sister to Henry Howard and what a brute he is. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. I arrived in court before my family ever did. I was asked to take care of his Majesty son. It became apparent to his caretakers that we got on great right from the start and that is how I ended up being his Majesty sons…well playmate for lack of a better word. I took care of him just like the rest of them but, when it came time to play and Elizabeth was either not present or not able to entertain Edward it was then left to me. Not that I minded, I found Edward to be quite enjoyable company. Today I was wearing the traditional ladies in waiting dressings which in my opinion were quite dull and boring but I took much pride in my appearance. I have deep blue eyes with almost a black tinge to them in certain spots and my hair is a dirty blonde but reaches my middle back if I let it hang low. But, today I have the top part of my hair pulled back into a braid that reaches all around my head and I have let the rest of my hair flow underneath it. The braid I have it in makes my hair look as if it's falling from the braids almost like a waterfall.
Elizabeth was busy with other duties today and once Edward was done with his tutoring he immediately came to me and asked to play capture the prince as he calls it. It was a game we made up a long time ago where he would take me out to the gardens and into the little maze that was growing within the garden. Once there I would count to ten while he ran in and hid and I would chase him until I caught him, then it would start all over again. Hint the words catch the prince and sometimes even Elizabeth or Mary would join in then he would change the rules to catch the prince or princess. But, I didn't mind as long as it kept him happy that's all that I cared about. We had been playing the game for almost an hour now and I was getting tired. Though I had promised him one more round. I rounded a corner of the maze and saw him and his little cloak disappear around a corner his laughter following suit. I knew I had him, so I picked up my skirt and made my way after him. When I rounded the corner I said, "I've got you-"
I was interrupted when I ran straight into a big broad chest standing in front of me and not the little boy I thought I had been chasing. I crashed into the man in front of me and I stumbled backwards slightly before catching myself. When I looked up I couldn't believe my eyes, I immediately grabbed my dress and curtsied low to the ground, "Your Majesty."
This day could not get any worse.
