Title: The Consort

Author: PrinceBrennonTudor

Summary: What if kings had a harem full of consorts to bear them heirs to continue their royal line. What scandals and plots happen within the harem? How will the consorts handle the pressure, rewards, and the betrayals?

Disclaimer: The story idea is mine, but I do not own The Tudors: though some of the characters are my original creation.

Author's note: I want to think all who reviewed, favored, or followed this story. I also would like to only give a second to this person, who chose to add a comment that was quite rude. Know, I believe you guys have the right to give true opinions for what you think about the story, but I want to know if you guys thought that adding the outline was insulting to your intelligence? Was any of you insulted? I made the outline make certain points of the story easier to understand. Anyway enough of that and without further ado, the second chapter of The Consort.

Author's note 2: Sorry, that this chapter is a filler chapter, so it's pretty short.

Chapter 2

June 1522

Whitehall Palace

It was the first time in a long time, the king had decided to have more women in the harem, and the audition is to be held in a few days. Already the women have started to arrive at the palace. Queen Katherine sat at her desk in her apartments and looked over the list in front of her. It was a list of the women's names and family connections that were to take part of the audition. There were at least fifty women of the list, and only eight would be chosen. Katherine made marks by the women who had very important family connections that would be of great important to the throne. As she made her way down the list, Katherine stopped at Anne Boleyn's name. Mistress Anne has been part of Katherine's household for almost two years and was a good lady-in-waiting, plus there was something about her that Katherine could put her finger on her. While she wasn't a traditional beauty Mistress Anne had an air about her that enchanted men. She would make an excellent consort Katherine noted, but it could cause trouble since her older sister Mary was already a consort and pregnant with the king's child. It was unusual for a family to have two consorts in the royal harem. At the thought of the child, Katherine sent up a silent prayer that the child would be born healthy and a boy.

A rush of sadness washed through Katherine suddenly. It saddened her every time one of the consorts got pregnant, not that she didn't want them to have babies because she did, and the Tudor royal line needed to continue. It saddens her because she wishes she could give the king a son. Her own son, Prince Henry died before he was four months old, and after eight pregnancies all she had to show for it was her beautiful daughter Mary. Not that Katherine would ever trade Mary for a son, but she wish her child was heir to the throne. Right now the heir presumptive was Henry's son by Bessie Blount Prince Harry, but while Henry had a son, just needed more. After originally only wanting the four current consorts he has now, Henry only had three children, and he needed more. Katherine returned her attention to the list; she continued to stare at Anne's name. She was sure Anne would be able to handle all that the harem, had to throw at her. Katherine actually wouldn't be surprised if Anne made it to becoming one of the highest-ranking consorts, she was intelligent enough. She dipped her quill into the ink and made a mark by Anne's name.

Same Day

Anne's annoyance was at an all-time high. She was standing in the hallway of the great hall, waiting for the masque to begin. She was waiting with her group of young women she would do for the court with. All the other girls were chatting eagerly since this was the first part of the audition, to see if they were pleasing and graceful. All the girls were dress in the same satin white gown, with their hair in a golden headdress. Anne surveyed the girls she was stuck with distaste. She could see the earl of Oxford's daughter Joan chatting away with Baron Byrnes daughter. Other daughters of noble families were all in circles chattering away like there was no tomorrow. Anne was deep in though when someone fell into her and knocked her to the ground.

"Oh my goodness, are you alright? I'm so sorry!"

Anne looked up to see a shy blonde girl, standing over her. The girl extended her hand and offered it to Anne. Anne took it and was heaved to her feet.

"Are you hurt," the girl asked?

Anne did a one over of herself. Her bum was a bit sore, but otherwise she was okay. "I'm fine," Anne said. Anne looked over the girl again. She couldn't have been older than sixteen or seventeen. She was tall, with a pale complexion and blonde hair and blue eyes.

The girl hurried to help Anne straighten her gown and dust away nonexistent dirt. "Oh, I'm so clumsy," she moaned. "My family is always telling me to watch where I'm stepping, and I never listen."

Anne started to laugh, which made the girl frown and look down in shame. "I'm fine really, and you don't have to keep apologizing." Anne held out her hand for the girl to shake. "I'm Anne Boleyn by the way."

The girl took Anne's hand and smiled. "I'm Jane Seymour."

Anne recognized the name and nodded, "Sir John's daughter right?"

Jane nodded with enthusiasm. "Yes, my father is actually at court right now, he wanted to see me in the masque.

Anne nodded, "My father also came to see support me for my audition," she said, half telling the truth. He father was really her to make sure she didn't mess anything up or disgrace the family. Anne wanted to say more to Jane, but before she could the game master came out.

He was a short stout man who was going bald but was covering his head with a velvet cap." Ladies, you have the honor of performing in today's masque for the court, at the king's pleasure," he paused and looked around at the group of women. "This is part of your audition for being consorts of his majesty's harem. We are looking to see if you're graceful and can hold the attention of the court. Both of which are important qualities of a royal consort." Master Banks starts to walk around the women as he continued to talk. "You have rehearsed your parts and I know you will bring your family pride. His majesty will also take part in this masque, but remember that he is in disguised." Master Banks finished his speech and signaled for the doors to open. The women lined up and headed into the great hall. Anne looked up and saw the prop castle that was their stage. She climbed the stairs to her tower, where she would stand as Perseverance. Anne the women were getting situated Jane came and join Anne in her tower, her white slash embroidered with the word Beauty on it. Anne smiled at her new friend and took her hand as they waited. Suddenly the crowded that was her to watch, started to boo as women in black satin gowns entered the great hall and climbed to the front of the prop castle. The master of the ceremony came out and spoke to the crowd. Then knights dressed in black and gold with masks entered to great roaring cheers of the crowd. The knights got into their positions and the master of ceremony spoke again. "Realize these poor damsels, you evil enchantresses" he exclaimed, waving his wooden sword in the air.

"Never," screamed one of the black gowned women with blonde hair!

"Lady, these are Christian's knights. If you refuse to let these women go, we'll have to breach your defenses!"

Another woman in a dark gown said "No knight shall ever breach mine," while giggling with her companions.

Master Banks waved his wooden sword wildly in the air and shouted "Attack!"

The handsome knights charged the castle, and the evil enchantresses' threw confetti at the knights to stop them from advancing, but it all in vain. The Knights busted through the gates of the castle and charged to the damsel maidens. Anne watched as one knight in particular made his way to her tower. He was tall and had his brown hair cut short. He was the king, but Anne made sure her face didn't show recognition. He grabbed Anne's hand and started deep into her eyes. "Perseverance you are my prisoner," he said breathless. Anne just smiled and pulled her hand away; she walked down the stairs and took another's knight's hand. Anne looked back and saw the king take Jane's hand. She was lead to a long line by her knight. The women stood on one side and the knights on another. Master Banks stood to the side and announced. "Be unmasked!"

Members of the court stood behind them and remove their mask. Once her knight's masked was removed Anne could see that he was Charles Brandon, the king's best friend. Out of the corner of her eye, Anne could see that the king was staring at her. Master Banks signaled to the musicians and the music started. As she rehearsed Anne took Charles hand and he led her in the dance. She turned and then they switched partners. Anne found herself face to face with the king. As he led her in the dance, he took her hands most eagerly and every time he stole a glance at Anne, she could see the hunger in his eyes. "What is your name," he asked eagerly?

Anne spun again before she answered the king. "It's Anne, Anne Boleyn."

AU: So again this was a filler chapter, and the next chapter will be longer. I hope you all enjoyed and will review.

TBC