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The room was bright, the light from the window filled the room, shining off of the mirrors on the wall, and flashing through the light of the flowing silk curtains hung by the side of the, stained, oak, wooden pained windows, and obscuring the view out of them slightly as the light landed like soft snow flakes onto the soft woolen rug on the floor, which, as of this moment, was being stood on by the eight year old Henry Tudor

He was now bored, his tutor had gone, he'd finished his lessons, other than Spanish, for the day and he wasn't old enough to joust yet, neither was his brother, under their father's rules you had to be 15 to joust

The wooden door, patterned with the Tudor Rose opened, slowely, and Henry turned, glancing towards the door, which revealed his thin, slightly pale, older brother, Arthur Tudor, the Prince of Wales, the door then closed behind him with a small click

"Arthur!" Henry strode towards him, leaving two footprints in the woolen rug by the window. Arthur's small golden crown, placed on his head, glowed, brightly in the morning sunlight

"Henry!" Arthur and Henry met in a hug, the two brother's smiling, as one tall and one shorter came together

Arthur smiled, showing a clean, straight line of, white pristine teeth, his red lips, parted as he smiled, his cheeks rising slightly

"It seems like only yesterday that I came to visit you last" Arthur said, the grin on his face vanishing, not in ager, but in sadness, for in truth it had been almost 9 months since Henry and Arthur had met last, Henry VII had Arthur studying more, for his impending marriage to Catalina D'Aragon

"Well," Henry stated, releasing his brother from the hug "It's been over nine months, dear brother"

"I know, and I do humbly apologise, for I also think that I have forgotten my only brother's birthday"

"I don't mind" Henry replied, waving it off "I know you're busy"

"That's no excuse" Arthur replied, almost hitting himself for forgetting his brother's birthday "I should have sent you something"

"There's really no need, I know that as you're to be king soon, that you mst be busy at court, while I am here, at Hatfield" Henry informed Arthur, his voice showing his slightly sad emotion

"Well," Arthur replied, striding to the large, stained oak, desk in the room and sitting in the chair "Like I said, it's no excuse for me to forget your birthday"

Arthur pulled out a box, that he had brought with him and gave it to Henry, who smiled, looking up at his older brother

"Thank you" Henry thanked, and Arthur smiled, getting to his feet

"I'd best be going, Harry" Arthur crouched down to his younger brother's height and hugged him "Father's got me doing more and more in my studies now"

"All the perks of being king" Henry replied, chuckling

Arthur smiled and left the room, leaving the eight year old behind

Henry opened the box that Arthur had given him, revealing a soft, green, woolen t-shirt, which had apparently been sewn, Arthur couldn't sew to save his life, so Margaret must have done it before she left for Scotland, it was good to see that all of his siblings cared for him, even if Mary didn't do anything, but she was too young, so Henry didn't mind.

He moved to the latge, rectangular full length mirror, that was against the wall of his room. He took his T-shirt off, revealing his slightly plump chest, which hung over the waistband of his trousers slightly. He slid the other T-shirt over his head and groaned slightly, it was a little tight

Henry then returned his T-shirt to the closet and returned to his desk, and waited for his Spanish tutor to arrive

[TBC]

A/N: Next chapter, a prince is born