Henry anxiously paced in front of his sick daughter's room. If she died it's all my fault, he thought. The expressions on his wife's face as sat near him told him she thought so too.

"Do you think that I should have forbidden Mary to stay in there with the healers present?" asked the King, stopping for a moment to look at Queen Jane.

"There was no point. The Lady Mary was not about to leave her sister alone," stated the Queen.

"Indeed," whispered Henry as he started his troubled walking.

A minute later, the doctor burst out. He bowed deeply to both the Queen and King.

"Where is the Lady Mary?" asked the King. looking squarely at the doctor.

"She decided to stay by her sister's bed and pray," somberly spoke the court doctor.

"Tell us your diagnosis Doctor," Jane requested. The King smiled at his sweet wife. He was happy to know that she cared about Elizabeth's health. More than he indeed, he thought with a frown. Since she brought to his attention that his youngest was dying.

"The Princess is suffering from not being properly clothed or warmed. I have given her some tonics to help get her better. Now it is up to God," The doctor announced.

"Is there anything we can do to make sure that God does not take my sweet girl?" begged the King.

"You should give her the tonics every morning and night. Lady Elizabeth should stay in bed. The fire should always be going in her bed chambers and she should be wrapped in blankets like she is now," stated the Doctor before bowing and leaving again.

Henry took his wife's hand and entered his daughter's chambers. The first thing he saw was Lady Mary kneeling next to her sister's bed, praying over her. Lady Elizabeth was deep in sleep, struggling to breathe.

"Oh God," mumbled the King to himself, squeezing his wife's hand.

"Leave us for a moment, Lady Mary," Henry softly ordered his eldest daughter.

Mary looked sharply at her father. She could not believe his nerve. How dare he order her out? She was the only person who cared enough about her sister's life to bring the child to court and beg for her life.

Mary stood up. "So you can try to kill my sister again?" She spat at her father.

The King's eyes grew big. " How dare you speak to me like that? Leave before I send you far away so you'll never see my daughter again. Daughter" yelled the King.

Mary gave her father one more spiteful look before marching away. The King turned to Queen Jane wanting her confirmation that he did the right thing sending his daughter away. One look at her face and he could tell that she did not agree with what he did.

Henry sighed, and then slowly walked to his daughter's bed. He took the toddler's hand and kissed it.

"I love you my jewel," He whispered.

"I love you, Papa," mumbled the little girl, opening her eyes a little bit to stare at her powerful father.

The strong King started to cry. He crawled into the bed and gathered his daughter close to him. Forgetting for the moment his fear of being sick.

The Queen walked over to the pair. She kissed her stepdaughter's cheeks.

"I'm your new Mama." Jane sung to the little girl.

The little girl coughed. Her eyes were barely able to open again.

"Am I go to see my Mama soon?" asked the little girl.

Henry buried his face into his daughter's hair.

Tears went down Jane's face.

" No, sweet girl. No. You're going to stay here with me, Mary and your Papa." Jane softly told the toddler.

"Okay, Mama." uttered the little girl before she fell back to asleep.

Queen Jane hugged her husband and her new daughter. They pair cried for their little girl's pain. Lady Mary entered the room. Mad that she had been thrown out. When Mary saw her father and stepmother embracing her dear sister and crying, She ran to them and joined in the group hug.

"She will get better." She stated, "Elizabeth will." She better, Mary thought to herself.

And Elizabeth was. A few weeks later, Princess Elizabeth was seen playing in the gardens with her new Mamma Queen Jane and her sister Princess Mary.

The King saw his family playing in the distance. He smiled. Thankfully, his daughter's near death experience awakened him to what he was doing to both his children. The morning after, both his daughter's arrived at court he announced that they would be both made Princesses again. Mary would be Queen and then Elizabeth would be if no boys were born. But if Jane gave him as son then he would be King first, then his two perfect sisters. All was right in the world again.

Henry ran to join his family. The minute that Elizabeth saw him her lights lit up. She skipped to the King yelling, "Papa! Papa! Mama and Mary are playing with me! Will you join us?"

Henry gathered her in his arms, "Of course, Princess." He crooned, kissing her on the head. Then walking over to his two other perfect ladies. He kissed his wife gently on the lips passing Elizabeth to her, then hugging Mary to him and kissing her on the forehead.

Life is perfect thought the King of England.