A/N:

Second Chapter of the Sequel, I want to reach at least 50 reviews or more, remember your reviewers as much as it sounds cliche keep me up going!

Thanks to aesthetic narcissist and to all.

New Character introduced here, will become vital for future chapter and for the saga, hope you like her .

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Chapter #2: Intrigue and Henry's Dilema

"The world itself is the will to power - and nothing else! And you yourself are the will to power - and nothing else!" - Oskar Schindler

(1532)

Greenwich Palace .

The people around the Palace were gossiping in hushed whispers about the new pregnancy of their Queen. Two years ago these people had celebrated in full honors the coming of their new Goddess, their new savior. But now, they remained nothing more than opportunist seeking advancement and one piece of the cake, they all hoped that the Queen would not deliver another girl and if she did some even cursed that she would die before seeing the light of the day.

Needless to say, they had all been rather disappointed after their 'Goddess Queen' had delivered a healthy baby girl, shattering the dreams of many who longed to see England's borders sage once again.

Everybody in the room still recalled the horrendous battles that had take a toll on the English soil, but most importantly its people. The War of the Roses and the Battle of Flodden was still fresh on everyones mind, making the situation for Anne much more dangerous.

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Elizabeth's Rooms/ Greenwish Palace:

Meg sighed as she went through many of her little niece's toys.

They were all dirty and not taken care of as she hoped they would, she blamed that horrid lady caretaker, Lady Shelton whom Margaret often wondered what had compelled her half-brother to ever hire that Lady for the care of his child and heir.

Meg sighed once again not wanting to cause herself another headache, it wasn't until she was fully out of her thoughts thanks to one of Elizabeth's tantrums. They had become more and more frequent each time the girl was not Meg's arms, she couldn't really blame her, the girl just wanted some maternal love.

As much as Anne professed to love Elizabeth, she was hardly ever there, she was always somewhere else remodeling or doing some charity event to attract the poor to the 'new' religion, that she hardly had time to fully dedicate herself to the attention of her daughter.

Margaret was always the one to take charge of the little Princess when nobody was there, and she could hardly trust the other caretaker to do a good job with the baby's safety.

Much of the past years that Meg had spent on this 'glamorous' life had been because of that little girl, her niece whom had won her heart many times when Meg felt lonely and sad over the loss of her husband, William.

Sometimes it seemed like the girl had some sort of sight or inner eye to see what other people were feeling.

Whenever Margaret visited the girl and carried on her arms, she would always smile to her elder aunt and almost in an instant Meg's spirits would fly up in joy.

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1532, August 24th

Chelsea State, More Household.

Thomas More was finishing his last letters to be delivered to his daughter, the messenger from the Royal Palace of Greenwich had been waiting more than an hour for the Chancellor to finish his last writing to his daughter.

Normally he was a man who did not want to make people wait, but on this occasion he didn't care.

His daughter was one of the things he cared the most in these past few days, and the information he was about to deliver to her was of the utmost importance too. There it contained explicit information to Margaret that two months from now he will not only renounce to his position as High Chancellor, but also give up some of his states that came up as a 'gift',in all truth he did not want to alarm Margaret but he felt that it was best she knew of what he planned to do than to be told later by her ruthless half brother, the King.

"You ready Sir Thomas?" A soft voice said behind him.

He turned around and saw the same messenger, but with one change. He, the messenger was a girl! This was something he wasn't expecting.

Thomas could barely find his voice until he heard the girl clear her throat. "Sorry it is just ... you ... well ... you took me by surprise Madam. Who are you?"

She gave him a devious smile. "I avm Katia Von Tassel, from Germany. A vriend of the Royal painter Hans Holbein Sir Thomas. Yourv daughter brought me here because she truvsts in no one else but me." She said in a high german accent.

Thomas smiled to her and gave her the letter.

"Please be sure no one else sees it, contains vital information."

"Do not worry Sir Thomas, I will take car' ov id wid my life ifv necessary Sir." She said again showing her heavy accent. He smiled and gave her a polite thank you before she returned downstairs where a carriage was waiting for her.

He sighed and silently thought about that silly messenger his daughter had befriended. In all these years Margaret never ceased to amaze him.

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1532, August 26th

Greenwich Palace/ King's Rooms.

King Henry who was one of the most envied Princes of all Christendom now stood pacing uncomfortably in his quarter.

This was not fair. 'Why?' Why did God had to punish him? First with Isabella, then with his stubborn mother ... and now with Anne, his present wife who bore him a daughter!

'Am I never to have a son God? Never?!' No answer was received by his mental tantrums. 'Answer me God!' ... 'I am the KING OF ENGLAND!'

He yelled mentally to God but again, the All-Mighty who was sitting in complete tranquility on Heaven did not bother to come down from his hiding place and listen to him.

Sometimes he felt like he had absolutely no control of the situation.

He always felt as if some other forces ... or people were the ones who were really in control of his Kingdom and him.

'But that couldn't be possible, could it?' No, he shook his head. He was Henry the VIII, Royal Sovereign chosen by the grace of God to rule on the most important Kingdom on Earth, and no people or force could say the contrary.

Nobody was really controlling him, it was all an illusion, he was the one who had been running the whole show from the beginning, it was him and not Anne, Isabella, his mother or father, that had made all the important decision on his Kingdoms. All the battles that had been won, like Flodden and one on France had been because of his great Military Tactics, his mother had nothing to do with it.

He sighed as he collapsed on his King Size bed and looked at the Silver Crucifix that had been given to him on Christmas. He remembered that Thomas More, his real father had given it to him before he retired to his home on Chelsea to spend time with his wife.

Henry wondered if Thomas was still loyal to Henry, and if he would be loyal in the end when he decided to launch the reform and all of his new laws on full throttle against the corruption and hypocrisy of the Papacy.

Would his father, the man he admired and gave half his soul too when he was a boy, be with him in his moment of need? Would he support his son when he needed him the most?

Or ... would he side with the corrupt Church and his ... mother and leave him, Henry all alone and abandoned?

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1532, August 26th

Greenwich Palace Hallway

The crowds of the Palace were once again whispering among themselves in hushed voices as they saw their Queen pass, she looked happier than before and this could only mean one thing; she was pregnant.

Surely this time, some who called the woman Harlot for wanting to move Katherine, their Princess and former Regent away from the Palace, looked at the woman with full contempt and the women who wanted to get close to the King looked at her with jealous eyes.

Their dreams of destroying her and her child Elizabeth, now seemed futile, she was becoming more and more powerful, and now that without a doubt she was carrying the future Prince of England in her womb, a coup to dethrone her would be futile. Her position was now secure.

TBC ...

A/N:

There you go second chapter, hope you like it. :d

Peace and tomorrow a steamy chapter, but will contain some gore, and scenes of a sexual nature, so be warned.