I thought I should upload Chapter 2 immediately seeing as Chapter 1 was so short,

Once again I still don't own the Tudors though I'm still trying to get hold of it.

Character List;

Mary Boleyn, Aged 1499

Henry Boleyn, Born 1501

William Boleyn, Born 1501

Margaret Boleyn, Born 1503

Catherine Boleyn, Born 1505

George Boleyn, Born 1507

Anne Boleyn, Born 1507

1515 25th March

Mary returns to England at the age of 16 Henry falls in love with her. Also flashback to 3rd June 1510

Mary descended gracefully from the litter barely brushing the footman's helping hand, she gazed with a mix of awe and criticism at the building before her, it was a large palace of red brick. Servants were running to-and-fro, and despite her experiences in France she couldn't help but be impressed.

"Lady Boleyn," called a voice. Her eyes quickly found the speaker and she suppressed a nervous smile, took a couple deep breaths and made her way over to the tall, austere, dark-haired woman, the woman smiled pleasantly at her, though Mary was quick to realize her eyes were cold.

"I am Lady Margaret Pole, one of the closest friends of the Queen, she has sent me to retrieve you and bring you to her chambers." She nodded her head quickly before spinning on her heel and walking off towards the palace, leaving Mary to run after her. Mary's smile wavered as she followed her through the palace.

The hallways were bustling and full of life. But whilst Mary wanted to look at the sights and see the different people, Lady Margaret quickly led her past the brightly colored corridors and down a somber grey corridor, round a bend and towards the Queens apartments. Mary gazed calmly at the Queen before sweeping respectful curtsy.

The queen smiled kindly, inadvertedly showcasing her age, as crow-feet formed around her eyes. Her hair which was no doubt once glossy and black, was now threaded with silver strands, but her eyes were still bright and her skin is clear, "Lady Mary," she smiled. "I have heard much of you, do you enjoy England."

"Of course," Mary replied, smiling charmingly at the older woman, "Most defiantly when I am serving a lady such as your majesty." The Queen shook her head, feigning modesty but you could see from her smile she was pleased.

"Now Lady Mary, you must take part in the ball tomorrow morning, after all no doubt you must be a good dancer. That is all you will have learnt no doubt." Cut in one of the younger ladies with a slight sneer.

"No, Lady Parker. That is not all I learnt. No doubt I learnt more in my 4 years in France than you will have learnt in all your years in this place" retorted Mary in a moment of anger.

"You may go and unpack Lady Mary," remarked the Queen sweetly barely concealing her disappointment. Dismissing the younger woman. And as Mary turned to leave she heard the Queen remark in Spanish. That Mary 'had manners no better than the average whore, maybe she was one of Francis's expensive sluts.' and at these words and the cruel laughter of the Spanish ladies. Mary fled running down the corridors.

She was still in a state of distress, when she ran into a man. She was knocked down and when she dared to look up, she found herself looking into the eyes of the king. He was tall she realized. And very handsome. She averted her eyes as she took his hand and stood as gracefully as she could manage.

"My Lady," he exclaimed, bowing slightly causing her to dip another curtsy. "What angelic creature are you. For you seem an angel to my eye." He remarked quietly.

Mary blushed prettily. The Queen had called her a whore and insulted Mary's Boleyn pride. And so with conviction and gazing straight into his eyes she said. "I am Mary, Mary Boleyn."

And with those words and an innocent sweet smile she ensnared the King of England.

"My God, Mary. Do you realize what you have done." Cried Lord Boleyn in glee. "The king is madly in love with you. He would do anything. But now we must hold him." He paused, pacing the room. "You mustn't give in." he murmured. "You must play the virgin. The fair maiden he has to win over. Don't let him touch you at first. Then gradually allow him liberties. Let him play the hunter." He decided.

Mary nodded, anyhow she had promised her siblings she would let no man ruin her innocence. And she didn't mean to give the king privileges. Still though, her father couldn't think she was soft, she had to convince him she was doing it for the money. Just like she knew he was.

"Trust me father," she whispered, before smirking at him, "I shall do all you have said and more, after all I am a Boleyn." And with these words she curtsied quickly to him before dismissing herself and gliding out of the room.

Thomas allowed himself a moment of reflection, Mary had grown up well. She was the beauty of the courts in France and it looked that she would be the jewel of England as well. He could let go of his regrets and doubts he had chosen correctly. he slumped into his chair head in his hands. Oh if only Elizabeth would see it his way.

FLASHBACK

He had been smiling gleefully when he left the kings presence, if the young man inside could truly be called the king, the boy for that was what he truly was only 18 years old. However on this account the Kings youth had played in his favor. Indeed Thomas was very pleased with himself for he had just been made ambassador to France. A post he knew Master Dormer had been vying for. All it had taken were a few soft words and a mention of his relation with the King of France, not to mention wonderful gifts when his Spanish wife had a miscarriage, he might have also mentioned the fact that often boys were preceded by females or miscarriages.

As he walked down the corridor, having composed his features into a haughty look of distain, wondering how to tell his wife of the good news, he would bring Mary to France with him of course he decided. The new experience would do her good.

Thomas made his way through the twisting passageways that led to his rooms at court, he stopped briefly to sneer at Sir. John Seymour before turning to go through the hall on his way. He spoke some charming insignificant words to the bustling crowds that filled the hall as he pushed his way through that he might rejoin the passageways. He had in truth been avoiding the Seymour's, after all the Howards and the Seymours had never seen eye to eye and Master Dormer was a family friend of theirs.

When he eventually arrived at his apartments, he had managed to insult a third of the court whilst endearing the other two. He strode into his chambers to find his wife sitting down by the fireside with their eleven year old daughter Mary, his prediction at the time of his eldest child's birth had been true. Mary with her golden locks and sky blue eyes, eyes that he had been told many a time held a look of wistfulness and innocence. She was indeed a beauty in the courts already, and Thomas knew that when she was full grown she would shine like the star of Christendom, a beauty nonparallel.

"Father," the girl cried, "Come sit down with us, the others have sent letters and…" she paused as he cut her off.

"Of course I shall my angel, but first I have a wonderful surprise for you!" he exclaimed, trying to make her excited about the news. He smiled as she began to plead and beg that he might tell her.

He gazed coolly at his wife for a moment, before turning back to his daughter. "Well, my little princess, papa is going to be an ambassador in France and he wants you to come with him" He exclaimed smiling at her

"Good God Thomas" whispered Elizabeth, "Out…Out Mary, go to your room." Her pitch rising slightly as she sent Mary away despite her distress, something she would never have done normally for Mary, her first little one had always been her favorite.

"Elizabeth, he said quietly, trying to sooth her. "You must know it is for the good of our family, we need to advance and what better way than as ambassador," he said slowly "I think that it would be best for Mary to accompany me to France that she might better receive an education." He paused as Elizabeth's face turned an ashen color, allowing her to speak.

"How dare you Thomas Boleyn," she cried sharply slapping him across the face

"How dare you pretend that you only want the best for the children. You care nothing for them. You ignore the letters they send you, and I know that you have received at least five from Henry and Will. But you don't, after all they are only useful to you when they are old enough for your stupid games. I know why you are bringing Mary to France. You plan to whore her out to the King when she is old enough, and by God I won't let you. She is my baby, my sweet little angel. Thomas, please." Elizabeth was screaming at him now, having long since abandoned her chair. "You…You can't do this."

"I can," he replied. His voice cold and measured as he rubbed his red cheek "I can, and I most certainly will Elizabeth. I shall bring Mary to France with me. And I think it will be best for you to return to Hever to the children, no doubt they miss their mother." He continued before striding towards the doors. He turned back briefly to say. " We shall depart on the 15th to France. Though I think it best you leave tomorrow" with these words he swept out of the room leaving Elizabeth in tears on her own.

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