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After Catherine of Aragon's death, the pope had no choice but to give her nephew Charles back his power. Mary was heartbroken. She cried for days only allowing Grace into her rooms and even then it was a rare occasion. Finally, almost 2 months after Catherine's death, Mary allowed Grace to stay more than a few moments. When Grace entered, she couldn't help but compare the changes, not only in the room but to Mary to. Where once her bed had the lilac silk sheet, black wool was now used. The walls were covered in black silk and all painting covered except from the one of Catherine. A candle burned brightly underneath it. A rosary sat wrapped around the candle. Mary was kneeling before the candle, her eyes raised to the portrait of her mother. Grace simply walked over and knelt next to her. Mary leant into her and Grace wrapped an arm around her shoulder and helped her to the bed. They simply sat there, Mary crying, Grace comforting. Eventually Mary said

"It's my fault Grace. God is punishing me. He is angry with me, but I don't know what I did to deserve this." Grace rubbed her shoulder and said

"Mary, this is no one's fault. Your God chose your mother to go. He decided that she needed to go. That if she didn't then, things wouldn't happen the way God wanted them to. Someone, somewhere out there, needed this to happen. Spain needed Charles to man up, maybe your mothers' death will do that. Everything will work out. Usted es especial, en que son atendidos, eres amado."(You are special, you are loved, you are cared for) Mary smiled waterly and leaned into Grace's warm hug. The next morning she emerged from her chambers. The lilac sheets were back on the bed, and the black silk was off the walls. Catherine's portrait, though still there, was now above Mary's bed, so she could watch over her daughter. In the months that followed, Henry, Charles, Anthony, William, Grace and Mary, spent hours a day planning the wedding of Anne and Henry. During that time Grace grew to like Mary. She clearly loved Charles, even with all their arguments. She supported her brother's marriage even though she didn't like Anne in the beginning. As Mary got to know Anne better, she realised how kind and good she really was. Catherine was dead and Henry had never publicly humiliated her, so she supported her brother's happiness. Their wedding was to be the grandest affair England had ever seen or ever would be, so they hopped. They were to be married September 9th. Henry would be accompanied by Charles Brandon who would stand to his right. Mary would stand to the right of Anne with Grace behind her. Mary and Charles would lead the procession out followed by the King and his bride with Grace and the young Princess Mary carrying the trains of Anne's gown and Henry's cloak. September 9th seemed so far away when they planned the wedding, but, as the time to wed drew nearer, both Henry and Anne grew worried that the plans, seating arrangements and other such things, would not be perfect. It took the combined efforts of Grace, Charles, Anthony, William and both Mary's to keep the couple calm. That was the 1st sign that told Grace of how strong their love was. While Mary fussed over Anne, and Charles made sure Henry's tie was straight, Grace was finishing weaving the white roses into Mary's hair. When she finished, Grace turned to kneel in front of Mary. She saw that the girl was about to cry. Grace's face posed a question to which Mary answered

"Am I betraying her Grace? I am to take Anne as my new mother. Isn't that abandoning my mother?"

"Mary. Your mother loved you very, very much. And she would want you and your father to be happy. Anne will make your father happy. If you love Anne it will make him even happier. Maybe after the wedding, you should tell Anne that you do not wish to be a daughter to her. Maybe more of a younger sister or a friend." Mary nodded and dried her tears. Grace smiled and stood, walking towards the cupboard where her dress was. The dress was a blood red colour as she was part of the bridal party. Grace's dress was simply a bigger version of Mary's. The satin fabric hugged her torso, slimming her waist, before swirling down around her waist. The sleeves tightly hugged her arms before loosening and fanning out at the wrists. Weaved around her head were white roses, and the two Mary's and Grace all wore a purple gemstone. At every occasion Grace wore a gold locket with a purple stone in the centre in the middle to show her unknown status. Henry, Catherine and Mary had given it to her on her first Christmas with them. Grace took Mary's hand and they left. They headed to the Tower of London, waiting to see Anne. When they arrived Mary gasped. Grace had done the original sketch of the dress, so she had an idea of what it would look like but Mary had no idea whatsoever. The dress had a slightly full skirt with silver thread running over the cream satin in an intricate snowflake like pattern. The bodice was more of a white satin with silver lace creating a beautiful snowflake on her chest, the centre over the heart. Underneath the lace, not quite sticking through were tiny diamonds that made the dress sparkle. The sleeves were full length with silver lace cuff with sleeves. The train was clearly there, but I wasn't hugely long. The veil was a white fabric that had been woven in a way that it looked barley there. It was attached to a diamond hair clip. Anne wore her classic B pearl necklace.

"She looks beautiful doesn't she girls?" Mary was obviously proud of the gown. Anne walked over to Grace and embraced her.

"Thank you so much Grace. The dress is so beautiful and Mary told be you designed it." Mary handed Anne a red rose and said

"You are a Tudor now." Then Mary weaved the rose into Anne's hair. The two Mary's clasped hands and began to walk out. They could almost be sisters they looked so similar, thought Grace. Grace smiled encouragingly at Anne. Anne nodded and began to walk out behind them. Grace picked up the train and followed them out. They were riding in an open top carriage. The cheers and adoration from the crowd was huge. Grace smiled remembering how on the original wedding day, there was no cheers only boo's. The cathedral where they were married had been decorated with, white roses tied with pieces of red silk. It was a sight of beauty beyond compare. As the Mary's entered the Church, the crowd began to awe at the sight of the Aunt and Niece. When Anne entered the crowd gasped at the beauty of her and of her gown. When Grace entered the people smiled but made no sound. The wedding was a beautiful affair. When the priest asked for the couples consent, there was no hesitation. They rode in a white carriage, Henry and Anne with Mary in between them at the front, Charles and Mary, behind them and Grace at the back. A in the crowd stood on a wooden crate and said

"Long live King Henry" The crowd echoed him

"Long live Queen Anne." Again echoed

"Long live Princess Mary"

"Long live The Duke of Suffolk"

"Long live Mary Brandon" All echoed. Then he said

"Long live Grace Difey" And after the final echo, a defining cheer rang through the air as the people acknowledged the people they believed were their leaders.

Later that night as the court sung, danced and drank, Mary was standing outside smiling at the stars. She remembered the wedding of Princess Kate and Prince William, when she was twelve. She had thought that to be spectacular but it paled in comparison to the celebrations and joy of today. Then she heard Henry yell for quiet. Grace turned and entered the grand hall again.

"Now, today has been a special day. My subjects are as happy with my new queen as I am and that, my friends is a cause for celebration." The crowd cheered loudly

"Now, there is someone I have to thank. She helped me arrange my divorce from Catherine of Aragon; she helped me plan this wedding and everything else. And I, and my new Queen, feel that because of all she has done, she deserves a reward, so ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present Grace Difey with the title of the Marquess of Pembroke." Grace stood shocked. Then as the crowd began to cheer, her face broke into a smile and she began to walk towards the front of the room. She knelt before the king and queen as Henry, dubbed her Marquess of Pembroke. The crowd roared its approval as Henry pulled her up and kissed her on the cheek. Henry subtlety gestured that she should talk to the crowd.

"Thank you your majesties for your great generosity and kindness. But tonight is not about me or anyone else, it is about our King and his new Queen. To King Henry and Queen Anne, may you both live long happy lives." The crowd cheered and Anthony Knivet dashed up to escort her down the steps. A few hours later the King and Queen left to their rooms. Grace didn't stay long after. She never had been one much for celebration

The next morning, when the King and Queen hadn't appeared by the midday meal, the people of the court began to worry. Worried more than the others, Charles dashed towards Grace's rooms to see if she knew anything. As he rounded the corner he crashed straight into Grace, knocking her flying into Anthony and William. Charles began apologising but Grace waved him off.

"Grace, have you seen the King or Queen?" He said, making an attempt to sound calm, but a hint of worry slipped into his voice.

"No, we were hoping you might have seen them. We were going to check the king's rooms." Said Grace

"But the people will worry if they see us checking their rooms." Said William

"You forget, Will, that I was never one for propriety. Henry taught me many secret passages, and the ones he didn't teach me, I found." Grace turned sharply on her heel, her green skirt swishing behind her. Charles looked at Anthony and William and they shrugged. Grace led them into the bust kitchens. The people looked up at her and smiled, each greeting her with a smile or a comment. When a girl, no more than 10, ran up to Grace, she was hugged and Grace tapped her nose, before leaving. They crowd returned to work not even noticing when Grace moved a green tapestry aside and slipped behind it. When the boys joined her they just stared

"What?" Asked Grace shrugging her shoulders

"You're…you're so friendly with them." Said William

"Yeah, they're friends of mine." Seeing their still confused looks, Grace continued

"When we first arrived, I was worried that I someone would remember who I was and come get me. If that happened I wanted to be able to do something. So they used to teach me how to cook and clean." Grace began to ascend the concrete steps, her hand holding the wall so that she would not slip on the green moss that covered the stairs. When she reached the top of the stairs, there was a door. Grace put her hands and pushed towards the left. The door slide across and the group stepped out. They were standing in the King's inner chamber. The bed was unmade and half eaten food sitting on the golden tray on the kings' desk. Nothing was out of place. But the King and Queen were nowhere to be seen. Grace turned to Charles, her eyes dotted with fear.

"Where are they? Henry wouldn't have left like this." She said

"Did anyone else know about the passage, Grace? Maybe they were taken." Said William

"No, Henry told me and said it was a royal secret. He only told me because I saw the painting move on day. Your wife would know Charles and the Princess. Mary might know if there was anyone else who could know." She replied. The group left to find Mary. When they asked her she looked up from the dress she was making, her expression shocked.

"No one knew. Henry and Arthur were told as they were the male heirs and Henry told me after I married Charles and decided to stay here in England." Mary seemed increasingly concerned.

"If they did leave via the tunnel, maybe someone in the kitchens saw something." Suggested Anthony. They returned to the kitchens and the people once again smiled at Grace in greeting.

"Bess? Did you see the King and the Queen come down here this morning?" Grace asked the tubby, old woman with red hair.

"I did Gracie. They asked me to take 'em a picnic. So I made it and took it to the Secret Grotto."

"Secret Grotto?" Asked Charles

"Yes milord. I only know of it because I used to take picnics to the Late Catherine of Aragon and the Princess Mary there."

"Can you take us there?" Asked Mary. Bess nodded and led them out of the kitchen. They followed her down the grey, stone path and through the small woods of paperbark trees. They arrived at an iron wrought gate that stood between two hedges that surrounded the clearing. The stepped through the black gate and entered the grotto. A small pond sat at one end, two horses standing next to it. Lying on the ground, fast asleep was Henry and Anne. Anne was using Henry's chest as a pillow and his arm was holding her close. The picnic basket was untouched. The group smiled at each other. Grace knelt on the ground and gently shook the pair awake. Anne woke easily and sat up smiling at the group. Henry groaned and tossed and arm over his eyes. Mary giggled and said

"He always was the hardest of us all to wake. We used to have to scream in his ear." Grace smiled and began to shake him again. After he kept refusing to wake up she got rather frustrated and said.

"Henry if you don't wake up now Anne will be married to Chapyus." Henry shot bolt upright rage in his eyes. Everyone fell to ground laughing while Grace patted his shoulder, a smile gracing her lips. Gasping for breath she said

"So…Sorry Henry…It's just… you…w…were so… stubborn!" Henry smiled and laughed. Once they had all settled down. Henry leaned over to the picnic basket and opened it. Inside was a mass of chesses, strawberries, beef, mutton, bread, apples, cakes and other such treats. The group sat down and enjoyed themselves. They were shocked when Grace ate strawberries and cheese together and when Anthony at apples on cake. Later, they had servants bring targets, bows and arrows. The group set them up in the grotto, thus keeping it a secret. They began a competition. Grace and Henry were close for 1st. Charles was a dead last as Mary kept wrapping her arms around his waist and breathing in his ear to tickle him. Later that evening, the took dinner in Grace's rooms. Graces' were chosen as they were the most even distance from all their rooms. After they had eaten, they all moved to the black lounges in Graces' sitting room. As the night was ending Henry said

"Thank you all for that. I really needed to just forget for a day." They smiled at him and raised their glasses in toast.

Later that night, when Grace went to bed, she thought of the good she had already done. Anne was beloved by the people, Anne was friends with both Mary's and Henry was happier and more relaxed. I've done good. Was the last thought Grace had before drifting off to sleep.