Hello guys!
Here is a story I made, it will be a two shot. I hope my English won't frighten you, do not hesitate to tell me where I am wrong. I hope it will please you.
Summary: Reunions are supposed to be happy. But when you bastardized your daughters and when you are the cause of the deaths of their mothers, what are your thoughts when you meet them?
My daughters
Chapter two: Elizabeth
Feeling that his wife and his daughter were looking at each other, Henry, between them, felt ill-at-ease.
« What are you, ladies, conspiring? » He asked
« We would like to present you someone else on this Christmastide. » Jane explained
« Very well. » He agreed
Then, a young redhaired girl arrived. He recognized Elizabeth. He saw all of the Tudors'inheritance within her. To think he doubted she was his... How ridiculous!
« Your Majesty, this is... » Lady Bryan started
« My daughter Elizabeth. You don't need to tell me. Come here child. » He said
The little girl obeyed, stressed.
« Votre Majesté, ça va? » She asked in a cute french
Henry smiled. He realized that Elizabeth was just an innocent child. It was not her fault if she was born of Anne Boleyn. Elizabeth was not a monster. She was his little girl.
« Ça va bien, ma petite. Venez ici. »
Finally, a smile came to her face as she was put on her father's knees. He kissed her forehead, just like he did with Mary, just like he did when she was a baby. He missed her as he missed mary. They were not boys but he loved them dearly.
Mary and Elizabeth.
His beloved little girls.
« Je suis en famille! »
The end
