Poll - Which fanfic should I do next?

1. Katherine of Aragon and Charles Brandon

2. Jane Seymour and Charles Brandon (I think I would be the first to do that!)

3. Philip of Bavaria and Princess Mary

4. George Boleyn and Princess Mary

5. Anne Boleyn and Charles Brandon

6. Anne of Cleves and Charles Brandon

7. Catherine Howard and Charles Brandon

8. Mary Boleyn and King Henry VIII

9. Mary Boleyn and Charles Brandon

10. Princess Mary and Charles V

11. Princess Mary and Eustace Chapuys

12. Other (i.e. Jane Boleyn (nee Parker) and King Henry VIII or Anne Boleyn and Eustace Chapuys)

I want something weird and wonderful, people! Maybe even some plot points you would want to see in the other fanfic? I am doing this for you! Thanks to all who have Favorited, followed and review and especially to those who have done all 3 - they are super awesome and are setting the bar high for you OTHERS!


The banquet was busy and bustling with people and quite extravagant to say the least; you could tell it was a very special occasion as the hypocras was brought out to drink. Although, there were many people who feasted on the entrails of pig, rabbits served with redcurrant sauce, tarts made with borage flowers, roast fillets of beef, stewed steaks of mutton, butchered crane, shares of manchet, fruits preserved in syrups, larks served thick onion gravy and pickled rabbits, as well as the choice dish of wild boar's head. Noblemen and women were dancing the galliard at a fast pace. Soon, the heralds were announcing Anne and Henry, "Their Majesties, King Henry VIII of England, Ireland and France and Queen Anne, the Marquess of Pembroke!" followed by a crescendo of applause.

Anne Boleyn's face was stretched wide with glee and pride at the news she had to keep. She attempted to keep her hands from her belly to ruin the surprise – her child and the Future King of England- but when she saw Mary's envy and hatred, she had to caress her still-flat stomach. George Boleyn was heavily intoxicated when he decided to stagger to Mary's side, "Well, hello, wench! Would you like to play a game?" It wasn't like she had a choice: the Viscount had a strong grasp on her forearm. "No-no, thank you, Lord Rochford," Mary stammered with fear in every word as she was somewhat alarmed by George's laughter. "Aye, it's called fellatio, from Latin word…" George was interrupted. Mary never would have expected Anne to save her from him. She had guided George back to his seat and revived him with some water, even though he caught Mary's skirts for a brief time.

However, Madge Sheldon pushed through the crowd back to Mary soon enough. "What business do you have with my cousin?" the Whore's friend shrieked in her ears while fixing her crooked French hood on her pulled back hair. Mary knew escaping the tyranny of the Boleyn Household would be hard. There had never been a concubine of the King so outward since Alice Perrers. "Well, Her Majesty's brother arrived to me drunk, asking to play a game called 'fellatio'," soon Madge covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. "I have never met someone so naïve and childlike, such a pathetic …. Maid, to say the least," Madge berated Mary's innocence. The young girl looked down ashamedly focusing on holding back her emotions; she would never let Anne and her servants win. With that, Madge turned on her heel and left Mary to her thoughts. Sequentially, Nell sauntered over to the Lady Mary, "Mary, w-what is wrong? You were fine before I went to talk to some noblewomen." "Margaret Sheldon. She insulted my chastity and practically my whole religion." Nell's eyes showed her shock: "How dare she and why did she say such a thing?"

"Nell, what is fellatio? George Boleyn said it was game but when I told this to Margaret Sheldon, she laughed." Nell tried to keep in her laughter until Mary started scowling, "Sorry, Mary. Fellatio is - ummm… an act a w-women performs on her husband in their marital bed. The woman will wrap her lips around her husband's manhood." Mary's head fell in her hands and it took a while before she sat upright but still she spoke softly, "Do you think Charles will expect anything of me … in our marital bed?" Nell shook her head vigorously. "His Grace is a very amiable and courteous character from what I know of him. I am sure he is aware first time brides and true ladies of nobility are raised to be chaste, demure and obedient, in the image of the Virgin Mary, which you are. Is it treason to hope rats nest behind the gilt walls of the Queen's apartments?" she whispered before they both were laughing profoundly. "Lady Eleanor, would you like to dance with me?" came from behind Nell: it was Robert Bray, the heir to the Duke of Grafton, pushing his plentiful blonde locks out of his forget-me-not blue eyes. The courtier was perfect from his well-turned calves to his flaxen hair. "I..Of course, Sir Bray." Mary wasn't upset at the fact Nell left her – she was practically leading them off herself. They both performed excellently in the galliard.

Charles and Henry couldn't help but notice the Queen sniggering relentlessly while Madge Sheldon whispered in her ear. Henry gently slammed his fist to the table, "Lady Sheldon, you may remove yourself from our presence." She swiftly left after a quick curtsy, her eyes were fearful. "I'm sorry, my love… but my cousin told me about a conversation Mary and my brother shared about things that occur in the marital bed and the bastard's obvious confusion!" Anne didn't even try to conceal her laughter that time. "Your Majesty, I do not mean to burden with my opinions but the Lord Rochford was very much intoxicated!" said Charles through gritted teeth, "Also, I cannot comprehend why Your Majesty's brother would bring up such a subject with MY soon-to-be-bride who is still, of course, a maid!" Anne started to tremble softly but still managed to roll her eyes at this comment: "Henry, please don't prosecute George! He is but small-minded and if still sober, mayhap he would be more respectful. He was your first choice for Mary's suitor," the nagging Queen reminded him. This time Henry had slammed his goblet on the table: "Well, that was before I considered my good friend, The Duke of Suffolk, was it not?" questioned the King in a hushed strained whisper. This was the first time Anne was agreeing to the King's request – or final request – on a subject. Anne should have felt like she was on top of the world but she wasn't sure…


To Rose: I LUV UR IDEAS! And also so far 3 people have voted for a Mary and Charles V fanfic, 2 people for Katharine of Aragon and Charles Brandon and 2 people for Charles Brandon and Anne Boleyn. Also, I love Elizabeth as well and I will try for them to have a good relationship!

Also I will change the rating to M cause well I think we've all seen the Tudors and I know what people who haven't seen it fully know it for... Besides historical inaccuracies. Don't worry nothing too taboo!

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