A/N:

I hope you like this chapter and special thanks to all my reviewers but especially aesthetic narcissist, reganx, ladyredvelvet and lemondropseverus who I personally recommend their stories too,they are good besides mine, read perks of being a monarch, Trojan horse from stargate fandom crossover with 4400, and savage queen and triad dragons, and last but not least the "Queen" with an interesting character like ladyredvelvet's Rosa in savage queen, Katherine character is one to blow you away, each of the stories are from said authors respectively.

On another note, I chose this quotation below the title of the Chapter because JFK and RFK as well as other revolutionary figures of the 60's an era of turbulent change and ideals, I admire them and respect them hugely as they gave literally their lives so we can live by their ideals and to make change, I consider that period one of renaissance like that of the original renaissance on England and Europe.

Warning: Adult themes, some Incest, and scenes of a sexual nature.

Anyway, Enjoy!


Chapter #3 Incoming Revolution.

"A revolution is coming — a revolution which will be peaceful if we are wise enough; compassionate if we care enough; successful if we are fortunate enough — But a revolution which is coming whether we will it or not. We can affect its character; we cannot alter its inevitability" - Robert Francis Kennedy. (May 9th, 1966) Speech at the Senate.

--

(1532)

Hampton Palace, King's Quarters.

There was a time when for Henry everything else seemed so easy and peaceful, but now, things had changed, and he feared it had not been for the best, but for the worst.

His mother kept being a thorn to his side, he silently considered getting rid of her, but that nagging feeling in his heart that still held some love for that woman, kept him from doing so.

Then again, he also thought to Thomas, his … father. Uggh, again it felt horrible and disgusting to think of that 'moral' man that way. He was supposed to represent everything that was good and pure in the world and still he slept with his mother and gave Henry half brothers, who as of yet hadn't been a thorn at his side for too long until his sweet half sister Margaret had to show her face on the Palace and become one of Anne's closest friends, and Lady caretaker to his daughter.

It was frustrating that he had no control over what happened in his own country; but it was more frustrating that he had no control over what happened in his own Household! He was the King for Heaven's sake, not some silly beggar waiting for the men and women to yield on his will. He was supposed to act, not to ask.

'But that is what you are doing' 'You are letting them delay you from what you really desire … look at Thomas, he is getting away by getting custody of your bastard Mary, and you are not doing anything to stop him, you are letting him get ahead you Henry.'

He reasoned with his head that this was not true, all that his … father or Thomas wanted was to tend to Mary because he cared for her, not because there was any conspiracy behind his actions to dethrone Henry and put his grandchild on the throne.

'How do you know that?' His mind screamed. 'For all you know he could be planning your doom, he already defied you once when you were on Calais with the French King; what makes you think he won't do it again?'

As much as he tried to argue against it, he knew his conscience was right, Thomas was planning something against him and he was going to find out exactly what.


(1532)

December 4th

Greenwich Palace

One of the King's servants called one of the Queen's new ladies in waiting to follow him, she was of short height, short and dirty blond hair, and to tell the truth the servant who preferred boys over girls, saw nothing especial of the girl that could appeal the King to call her to his bedroom.

But then again it was not his business to question what and what not the King wanted for himself. He whispered to the girl in an annoyed voice to hurry, he didn't want the Queen or one of her crazy spies to find out that he had sent somebody to take another lady to his bedroom.

Just last week the Queen had almost slapped him senseless when she found one of her ladies being taken by him on the King's orders. Honestly he didn't want to see that awful face of that thin-like Queen ever again; her cat-like blue eyes sent shivers through his spine.

He sighed as he saw the puny and short little woman trying to hurry through the difficulty of wearing those high heel shoes, another reason that it made him confident that he would never look at the female sex in the way the King looked at women.

"Are we there yet" The girl said from behind following the King's servant.

She was doing her best to follow the servant whom in all truth, she thought of him a disgrace to the King's service, but again she did not expect her Majesty to be any wise when it came to pick the people who did his service.

They soon reached the chamber of the King, which the servant was gracious enough in her opinion to open, Elizabeth nodded to the man gave him a small black pouch containing golden coins. She silently said thank-you and the man-servant left quickly after he closed the chamber doors.

She laughed as she saw the chamber, truth to be told she never imagined she would reach this far into the King's bedroom or even be close to him as the Queen herself.

But she had more than accomplished his trust for her, if all went well she could very well become his official Mistress or even better the bearer of his child, she knew her father well enough to know that he would have her head on a silver platter to that awful sister of hers, Margaret for betraying her family and morals, but it was time they accepted what she was and what she was capable of doing when she felt stabbed in the back by her own family.

She kept strolling trough the rooms, looking at the Portraits of the King's supposed Father, next to that was a Portrait of his mother, the spine in his side that ceased to leave him alone, also the other spine at his side was her own father, Thomas who had recently renounced as Chancellor and service to the King. It was no surprise, he was probably scared of all the changes that would soon happen by the King's reformer, and he didn't want to be here when it would happen, it was better to be far away ... for him.

The King came opening his bedroom doors to greet his new charm Lady, Elizabeth, she smiled at him and kissed his hand, a gesture which sent both shivers and passionate lust to his body.

"Elizabeth?"

"Yes your Majesty" She said in a naughty and amused voice.

"Come girl or should I say half-sister? You are my half sister but I find you to be an irresistible half-sister, surely you are not really his daughter right?" He asked in an equally naughty voice. She smiled holding his hand, leading them both to his bedroom.

--

Greenwich Place First Floors

King's Bedroom

After many jests and large amounts of hard liquor; Henry her half brother, the same brother who was capable of betraying his own mother and father so he could get and end to his means, was undressing his own sister which whose own nature of being related by blood prohibited him by God's laws to lie with her, but as he saw her naked chest all of God's laws and moral issues were thrown out the window.

She was a true beauty, and Elizabeth who was very well aware of her own half brother looking at her in this way, smiled as she helped him undress the lower half of her body.

When she was fully naked she told Harry to do the same. "I don't know, what if we get punished by God?" He asked bashfully.

She laughed at his question playfully. "No we won't love, besides think of this. Weren't Sarah and Abraham said to be brother, even your father, your surrogate father before he died I heard from my grandfather John that he even said the same thing about them, so if that is true and God blessed them by having their descendant Issac forming an alliance with them, then so do we are blessed for I see no sign of God preventing this. It's God's will" She said.

He nodded and undid his blue vest, then he went to undress the lower half of his body until he was equally naked as her, she laughed once again as she saw his manhood.

"It's big"

"What did you expect?" He said as he stroked her breasts, she moaned with pleasure.

They continued to do other playful sexual acts before it was Harry (as she loved to call him when they were in private) who grabbed her, rather forcefully and pinned her down to the bed, she screamed surprised as he did this.

"Calm down" He said strictly. She grew afraid as she saw this sudden change from his playful character to this hungry beast ready to submit his prey to God knows who acts of sexual desire.

Elizabeth suddenly wanted to scream and yell for Margaret for the first time in her life to help her, but as he entered her, taking her by surprise once more, she screamed with more desire, whatever help she wanted was gone as she was overtaken by a sudden passion and extreme desire to continue the sexual act with Henry, the man.

He penetrated her two times more until her screams could hardly be uttered as she had no words to describe the wonderful sensation she was filling. Each of this thrusts inside of her lasted close to an hour, after his final one she gave one last scream of passion.

He laughed thinking of how much effect his manhood was causing her to turn into this sexual beast; after all this time and all the lovers, by far she was the one whom he had caused the greatest impression. Not being a virgin and still moaning of original pleasure meant something.

She grabbed his neck and lowered his body to hers. Her lips now silently joined with his, and both could taste each of their tongues as her hands moved to make soothing massages on his back, he moaned with pleasure as they moved into each other once more, this time their bodies fully responding to each of their own desires.

They continued their moans, kisses and thrusts until it was Elizabeth who grew exhausted and pushed him out of her womanhood, he didn't grow angry or scream at her for her doings, instead he slumped down next to her on the soft mattress.

He laughed after a few minutes of exhaustion, all of the events that had transpired between both siblings had left them without breath, and they didn't know if it was for the fact that they had just committed an act of incest or it was the realization that they had the best sex in their lives.

Henry turned to look on his sister who had moved under the covers of his bed. She looked exhausted but satisfied completely of their night together, her head turned to look at him in the same manner he did towards her.

"Do you ever think about the future Harry?" She asked in a low voice, as if she was scared that the walls around them could hear them.

Henry shook his head. "No, I don't sister. But I often do think of the present, the only thing regarding the future is to have a son and truth to be told, I do not have one but a bastard son that is useless to my throne and then of course, is your father."

"My father?" She asked silently. He nodded his head and moved close to her to kiss her.

Both their lips felt a sweet sensation as they kissed, it wasn't lust or passion but just a sweet sensation of tenderness between brother and sister.

As he moved his lips apart from hers he spoke once again. "Your father, that is my father removes himself from my service, then he tells me he will pledge himself to his word to never speak again his conscience regarding the Great Matter, my intentions to still have my first marriage annulled and have Mary declared as not mine; and yet ... our father Elizabeth, I receive reports that he visits my mother, the Princess Katherine and former Regent to her current stay on Hampton. It sickens me Elizabeth that he could do such things behind my back, and it also sickens me that he has never recognize you with the full respect in which our sister Meg has always enjoyed."

"It sickens me and I hate it" He finally said stroking his lover's cheek affectionately.

She sighed and touched his affectionate hand. She moved even closer to him and whispered in his ear the words he needed to be soothed.

"It is alright Harry, brother my sweet brother, you must remember that in the end it is you who is King and not them ... you have my support and my eternal love for you, something you can always count on." He pondered on those tender words as he moved to kiss her once more returning to his usual passionate self that made Henry the best lover.


December 5th

Greenwich Palace: (Following Morning)

Anne Boleyn who was strolling through the Palace in her blue gown, was fuming with rage as she saw that one of her ladies was missing from their chambers.

She questioned all of her Ladies and fellow companions who knew the girl of where could she be, they all responded shaking their heads that they didn't know. Last, she took Margaret by surprise as she pushed her through her quarter and closed the door behind them, the girl frightened by her Mistress' moves did not have time to think properly about the situation as the Queen forcefully pushed her to the chair.

Meg felt as a detainee as she sat on the wooden chair, invisibly strapped their by the force of the Queen's eyes as she circled around Meg, walking back and forth causing fear to run deep in the girl's bones.

That is exactly what Anne wanted in the end from her enemies. To grow fearful of Anne to the point where they could be intimidated enough to answer anything that Anne might ask them. This was no different. Margaret felt like a stalked prey about to be eaten by a wild animal, and the wild animal was Anne, the same woman who had promised Meg safety and security from everything including the King, but yet here she was about to question her like she was some guilty criminal.

"Where has your sister been?" She asked the frightened Meg in a low voice.

Meg shook her head not really sure how to respond to Anne's question, in reality she had no clue of where her sister -who had recently thanks to her been called to the Queen's service- could be. For all she knew her sister might have returned to her husband whom she claimed she couldn't stand one more day without seeing his pretty face. Or she could well be sleeping with some of the men in the Castle as it was typical of her libertine behavior.

But for Margaret's sake, she chose to think the former, it was imperative for her Elizabeth's sake and for her own that she didn't went strolling around looking for somebody else to have sex with, Anne was not somebody that would tolerate that behavior in her Ladies, especially if it happened to be the sister of her child's Governess.

"Are you sure or you don't want to answer me?" Anne asked, this time in a strict voice.

"I will ask again. Where. Has. Your. Sister. Been?" - She repeated.

"Honestly I don't know your Majesty! All I know is that me and my sister hardly talk so wherever she went only she can tell you herself and it is useless to question me any longer." Margaret said in a steady and careful voice to her Mistress that made Anne convince herself that she was telling the truth.

It worked and Anne suddenly feeling more calm and sure of Margaret's words sat on a chair next to Margaret. She looked out the window and saw many new Ladies coming to the Palace, all of them were to be in her service and whether Anne had approved or not, in the end it didn't matter, Henry would have his way in this one.

--

Minutes Later ...

Elizabeth hurried through the morning crowd of the Queen's usual servants, she tried so hard not to get noticed, but as she passed all the large crowd of her Mistress personal handmaidens, she realized that one of them was soon to inform her or her sister Meg -which was worse- of Elizabeth's tatered clothing, her loose hair and the sweat that still trickled on the visible parts of her body.

As she reached the Ladies' chamber next to the Queen's, she sighed as she saw nobody around. She carefully pulled one of the letters that her loverhad given her from inside her dress, it was still unopened as she had promised her love she would open it only when she was alone, and now that she saw no one around she opened it.

The moment she opened her lover's letter and poem; the angry Queen came strolling to her Ladies' chambers to find Elizabeth holding a letter, that through the heavy ink she could see was signed by the King himself in bold letters.

"What. Is. That?" She asked in a hushed and surprised voice that did not hide her anger and rage towards Elizabeth.

"Nothing." Margaret's sister said playfully not bothering to nod her head or pay respect to her Mistress. She did not consider in all truth Anne to be her Mistress, and the only reason why she had asked Margaret for the post of lady-in-waiting was because her father had practically forced her to it.

She did not want any job close to where that wrench and Harlot Anne Boleyn had command over others, especially her sister whom in truth she thought to be weak for yielding to Anne's will, but then again it was not surprising to Elizabeth for Meg to yield to others. She was always weak, her sister.

Anne advanced towards Elizabeth's figure and snatched the letter without much effort from her hands.

She looked at Elizabeth who only smiled playfully at her "May Queen" waiting for her to explode when she would see what surprise was in store for her.

The Queen read the letter calmly and as she did, all the rage that she had bottled up against Henry and his many liaisons, all of that she had stood up with only for her love and tolerance over Henry but as she looked at Elizabeth's mock smile at Anne and then on her husband's letter, it was the final straw.

What her husband had done was finally beyond redemption.

Not only had he slept with any woman, but his half sister! His sibling, his own blood he slept with, it was incest and a crime against morality and God.

"You!" She yelled at Elizabeth, she couldn't stand it anymore, the smiles this girl was giving her all mockery of herself and her attitude against Anne. She slapped her hard that Elizabeth's head almost felt as it half turned.

Elizabeth not only flinch but felt a stinging pain on her left cheek. She touched it with her hand carefully and when she did, she could feel a cool liquid trickling down her skin that she knew was not sweat.

"You!" The Queen continued, not caring if the stress she was feeling against her could harm her unborn son. " ... made a mockery of me and my Court and OF YOURSELF!"

"You slept with my husband! With your brother, if it were not because you are the sister of my daughter's Governess I swear that I would hit you harder you whore ... if you think that you can go around with your sluttish behavior then you are wrong to think you can pass through me alive Lady Dauncey!" She yelled and finished by giving the whimpering young girl a frozen look that made the tiny figure of Elizabeth Dauncey-More whimper with fright. But much to her disappointment the shame that she should have felt was nowhere found, instead it was fear of being discovered by her greatest rival, her Mistress.

Elizabeth not being able to stand much more hurtful words that she felt unfair comming from the Queen's mouth, left in a hurry with tears and in her tattered clothes for her sister's private chambers that were next to the Queen.

She knocked quickly to her sister's door and much to her relief it was opened quickly. Her sister's head soon appeared and looked at Elizabeth both appalled and disappointed already guessing what had happened. "Sister?" She asked concerned to see her sister in such state.

Her sister nodded knowing what Meg was going to ask and then she was brought into tears by her sister's full embrace to the edge of her bed where she -Margaret- stood up and closed the door, she assured her sister that they could be sure they would have a private conversation with nobody hearing through their walls.

"Thank you, for the first time I thank you Margaret I will find some way, you can be sure of that, to repay you, just tell me when sister." Elizabeth silently said.

Margaret sighed once again seeing her sister return to her usual self. The same younger sister that always thought of the world as this big sphere in which favors counted for money and not for the honor or the gratitude of doing them. 'Typical' she thought.

"No sister you can't repay me nothing, first tell me why the Queen hit you, I am sure that if slept with a boy or a common Lord this would not have happened; you must have nailed some great fish." Meg said as she playfully grabbed one of the hairs of her younger sister, it reminded her of when they were girls and used to play together just for fun and not on their father's orders.

Elizabeth smiled at her gesture, but she did not respond Margaret, not until she thought back to Henry and the way he made love to her in a way that no man was ever capable of pleasing her, not even her own husband John Dauncey.

"Oh, you have no idea." Elizabeth said and went on to tell Meg the story of how she spent one passionate night on the arms of a loving Prince, her prince, the King of England Harry Tudor.


1532, December 25th.

More Household.

Thomas stood pacing in his study, he didn't know what to do. Weeks before Christmas, two to be exact he had received notice that his second youngest daughter had caused mayhem at Court, not surprised he had dismissed it; but as he read the next line of the letter that stated it had not just been with anyone she had laid with, but with her own brother for St. Peter's sake!

"You slept with your own brother, your own brother Elizabeth; do you have any idea of what you have done?" He asked to the arrogant form of his daughter -Elizabeth Dauncey More- seated in front of his desk.

Elizabeth for the first time, was fearful of her father. In all the years of being with the man, she had never seen him this mad. She responded nothing and instead moved her head to look at somewhere else ignoring her father's useless (in her opinion) rantings.

"Elizabeth child, look at me and tell me this is all just revenge or some type of silly and malicious jest from the Queen, if you tell me that I assure you I will believe it, but don't disappoint me and tell me you slept with Harry, my son ... your brother, and that you are caring his child, please do it for your father's sake." He pleaded.

Her face not willing to turn to his; shook her head in denial and silently said the words that her father was afraid to hear. "No father"

"All we did I assure you I enjoyed, besides how do you know I am even your daughter for all I know my mum could have slept with somebody else besides you, she always said you were horrible when they played together on your bed, haha." She said, and wore a playful smile as she imagined her father's reaction at her hurtful words.

But much to Elizabeth's dissapointment her father did not yield to her sick wishes and instead for the first time in his life, he used full force against one of his own children as he walked over to where Elizabeth was looking and slapped her.

The action much surprised him as it surprised his own daughter and wife Alice who was looking at the whole scene with shock that her own husband had just slapped one of his own offspring.

Elizabeth's blow was so hard that she fell off her chair hard on the stone cold floor also hurting her arm in the process. She clutched her arm and then her cheek, she cried in pain as she felt a stinging pain on both parts of her body.

"Why?" She asked trying to recover from the pain he had inflicted on her body.

"Elizabeth I am so sorry, I did not think ... I-I daughter please again I am so sorry, sweetheart Elizabeth." He pleaded with her but she refused him as she tried to stand up by herself.

Alice for the first time in this family crisis spoke up at the same time she went to help her young stepdaughter Elizabeth from getting up. "Husband please try to be gentle to your daughter, she is carrying your grandson and the son of your first son." -Alice said reasonably to Thomas but much to her disappointment, whatever flicker of hope she might have seen in him, it only lasted a second for it was later replaced with an expression of utter annoyance and disgust at Elizabeth.

"That thing is not my grandson or whatever it may be. Elizabeth is my granddaughter, my 11 grandchildren in legitimate or illegitimate union I accept as my grandsons and daughters. Mary I accept as my granddaughter, Anne's child in her belly I accept as my grandson! But.That.Inside.Elizabeth! I do not." -He said in clear words before continuing- "And I assure you Elizabeth that if you go near the King again you will not worry about me, but of your former fucking Mistress the Queen!!"

Alice and Elizabeth were both surprised to hear the head of their family, the calm and patient Thomas More acting like an insensitive man towards his own daughter, but what most scared his wife was that he had for the first time in his life laid a hand on one of his own daughters.

Elizabeth still on her stepmother's arms whimpered and sobbed as she heard her fathers hurtful words, she couldn't believe her father had shown her hatred, he was always a sweet man to her despite of all she had done and said against him. Now he behaved no different than all of the men at Court.

"Papa please!! Daddy ... please come back, it was not my fault ... it was Anne's! Wait." She yelled trying to get up and reach her father, but her stepmother's strong and worrying arms kept her from standing up and running to him in hopes that he could be reconciled with her upon seeing her miserable face.

Her father turned to give Elizabeth one more look of disappointment and then nodded to his wife before leaving the room, not bothering to hear Elizabeth's screams and pleading attempts to bring her father back.


(1532)

Hampton Court Palace.

Christmas Night Celebrations.

As Henry and his wife Anne watched all of their guests, both from home and foreign including Chapuys (Mary's and dead Isabella's everlasting supporter) they smiled happily as Anne whispered to him how she daily felt the baby's kicks. Henry told her that this could only mean a good sign that their baby, which he was sure this time it would be a son, that he would grow up to be a fighter and a warrior like his daddy.

"A future King in the making, ready to make the Revolution on our reformation." He told Anne.

Anne smiled and for the first time since her fall out with that awful wrench Elizabeth, she felt happy that she and her husband were finally having a perfect Christmas with no yelling, fights or nasty words at their feasting.

Chancellor Cromwell also served to their happiness even further as he told them of his actions to dissolve the monasteries and direct the moeny over to the King's purse to do with it as he wished.

Anne not wanting to spoil the night, absolved herself from talking to Henry and Cromwell against this, she did not want the money to go to just one person, even if that person was her husband the King she would feel much more relieved if the money would go the way her reformed ideals dictated, to the people who most needed it, the poor. Sadly Henry let himself be swayed once more by that man Cromwell and by his greed.

The Queen mentally felt relieved as the man left their sight, and she returned to have a sweet conversation with her husband leaving off to where they were interrupted. She silently thought as they kissed in front of everybody if the Reform would go the way she wanted it to be, helping the people of England but as she thought of the her husband's advisers she started to doubt if Henry and his men really wanted a Reformation.

Maybe as Anne smiled sweetly to Henry and made a toast for their Happy Christmas;all that her King really wanted in the end was not Reformation, but Revolution.


December 26th

Greenwich Palace.

Margaret carefully placed her little niece on her crib, she waited for the young girl to sleep when she was sure that little Elizabeth had finally gone to sleep; she went away from her room and into the living room of the girl's private chambers carefully reading again the letter her brother, the King had sent her on Christmas day.

She cried as she read those dreaded lines once again. " ... for the worry that I deeply have for you and your family, it has come to my attention and my wife's too, that a suitable match between you and an honorable man should be made as soon as ..." It was awful, the sentence had not only made her Christmas sour and sad, but it also brought despair to Margaret she thought back of William.

In all her years she had just loved one man and that had been William, but he was now dead since almost a year ago and constantly to alleviate the pain it had been Elizabeth who she had to get close to feel better. But now, her own half sibling wanted to marry her, and what was worse is that Anne might be involved too but she didn't want to accept that, she reasoned that this was all Henry's.

Why was he doing this? She didn't want to marry anybody, not now and perhaps never, she was happy with being married once and she was just not ready to give out her heart to somebody else, and a stranger no less that her brother had picked out of nowhere and without her permission.

She silently sobbed and cried as she thought back to her old life in full knowledge that this was the point of no return, and being one of the people the King had power over he could command and do whatever he wanted with her.

'You're the lamb to the slaughter and part to his Revolution as anybody else, like it or not.' Her inner voice whispered, and she knew that this time, that no one would be able to get her out of this predicament, not even the Queen Anne with all her power and influence; she had to wait and see what kind of husband her brother had chosen for her.

Meg sighed and hoped that he had chosen a good one, somebody who was gentle and kind like William and her father.


A/N:

Hope you liked it, I know the violence I referred to is family violence like Thomas More hitting his daughter and although it may not seem as enough violence or gore, knowing how in real life Thomas More was a man described to only go as far as hitting his children with a light feather which means never hitting them, for him doing this for the first time and to a daughter it means gore and really family violence, especially by the force of the hit, he hit her very harshly making her fall from her chair and hitting the floor also fracturing her arm.

As for the incest scene sorry but it serves the purposes of the story.