The Twelve Days of Christmas
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Pairings: Philip of Bavaria/ Mary Tudor
Chapter Seven: Four Calling Birds
Mary looked at Philip, his eyes glowing with love and soft candle light. Mary looked at the diamond ring on a bed of midnight velvet, shining like the moon in a dark, black night. She'd dreamed of this moment since he'd introduced himself in the hall over a year ago. In that year, between this moment and that one so much had happened. Her father, His Royal Highness King Henry VIII, had sent Philip away, divorced one wife, married and beheaded another and was on the verge of marry a sixth. Getting His Majesty to consent to his courtship had been agony and the coordinated efforts of not only herself but Philip's cousin, the Former Queen Anne of Cleves and the Future Queen Katherine Parr. The victory was no without failure. If Philip was allowed to court her so was a man of the King's choosing. He'd made it clear where her duty lay, made it clear who she should choose.
Mary looked at the ring and then to Philip. She looked to her own heart. For a long as she could remember she had done exactly what her father wished. Left her Mother, nursed her sister, sighed his oath. She lived in his cage for so long. This was her moment to fly. Fly into the night of the unknown, into the night of her Father's disapproval. Into the night with Philip.
"Yes, Philip! YES!" She cried, she'd been waiting for this moment to be free.
On the Fourth Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me, Four Calling Birds…
AN: When you look up 'Calling Birds' you get 'Blackbirds'. And when you hear Blackbird you've got to think of the Beatles. Just sayin'. Also, I think the lyrics are very fitting of Mary…