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Now on with Chapter 10

February 2, 1508

Hampton Court

The Banquet

King Henry had beat the odds and survived his bout with Consumption, but it left him very weak, thin, and frail. He looked much older, than his 51 years. He struggled to get out of bed, because today was his youngest Princess's 5th birthday. She would be arriving today with the rest of his children. He was also excited, since he was to be a grandfather again in the summer, since Katherine was 4 months gone with child. King Henry knew that his time on Earth was getting shorter everyday. While he was alive, he wanted to make sure his family was secure.

"Your Majesty, The Prince and Princess of Wales." the herald announced.

Henry was dressed in a dark lavender outfit to signify his royal status. Katherine wore a light purple gown, with a tiara studded with amethysts, A small bump could be seen in her gown, which held her unborn child. Her long, auburn hair was flowing down her back.

"Your Majesty." both Henry and Katherine said, as they bowed before the King.

"My son and beautiful daughter," The King said, as he slowly walked to his son and hugged him and kissed Katherine's hand.

"How are you, Father?" Henry asked his father, with concern in his voice.

"I am better, now that my children are here." the King answered.

"I am glad Father." Henry replied with a smile.

"How is my grandchild?" the King asked Katherine.

"He is very active and strong, Your Majesty." Katherine replied with happiness, as she rested her hand on her growing stomach. She enjoyed being with child. Henry was also faithful to her and spent every moment with her. She loved to have a doting and affectionate husband.

"Her Royal Highness, Princess Mary!" the herald announced.

Princess Mary was wearing a white gown studded with diamonds. Her long red hair was curled down her back in a sea of crimson. She had a silver ring on her finger of her right hand and a diamond tiara on her head. It was known that Princess Mary was developing very quickly, as she already had developing breast. Her Betrothal to Charles the 5th was speeded up and Mary would be leaving for Spain in the spring of 1509.

"Your Majesty." she said, as she sank into a deep curtsey at her father's throne.

"My beautiful angel, Mary." the King said, as he kissed his daughter.

"My beautiful little sister, you are growing up into a woman." Henry said, as he hugged his younger sister.

"Thank you, Harry and congratulations on the impending birth of your child." she said, with a sweet smile at her older brother.

"His Royal Highness, Prince Edmund, Duke of York and Somerset!" the herald called out again.

Edmund walked out, wearing dark blue with a small crown on his head with sapphires studded around it. He had his small dagger at his side and his rosary around his neck.

"Your Majesty." he said, as he sank into a bow.

The King hugged his youngest son. He was so proud of Edmund. He possessed such grace and poise for a 10 year old.

"Their Royal Highnesses, Princess Elizabeth and Princess Christina!"

The two Princesses walked in with their ladies. Elizabeth was wearing a pink gown and a pink diamond tiara on her head. She was very beautiful tonight. Princess Christina was wearing a dark red gown and had a ruby ring on her right hand. she had a ruby tiara on her head and her reddish-brown hair was down her back.

"Your Majesty." the two young girls said as they curtsied to their father.

"My beautiful girls. Happy birthday, my little Christy." the King said, as he kissed his daughters.

The Banquet carried on then with the people celebrating the Princess Christina's 5th birthday. It was a bitter-sweet celebration. Many of the people still remember the struggle that the beloved Queen Elizabeth of York went through just to bring the sweet Princess into the world and ultimately lost her life.

"Henry, I can't believe she is 5 years old." Charles Brandon said to his friend.

"I know Charles, she is a delight." Henry replied back.

However, Charles was complimenting Christina, but his eye was on another Tudor sister. Elizabeth was almost 16 years old and was very beautiful. She wasn't too short, she was medium height. She had long auburn hair. Her breast were full and very perky. She was also pure. He didn't just want to bed her. He was in love with her. He knew she had no offers to be married into any royal families at the moment.

"Sir Charles." a woman said.

Charles looked toward the voice and was shocked. It was Lady Elizabeth Boleyn and she was heavily pregnant.

"Lady Elizabeth..." Charles stuttered.

"Don't worry, Charles, the child is my husband's." Lady Elizabeth replied.

Charles sighed in relief. He did not want to sire any bastard children.

"Well, I am very happy for you and your husband, Do you have any other children?"

"I have two children. Mary is 9 and George is 5." she answered.

Charles bowed to her and walked to Princess Elizabeth.

"Princess." he bowed.

"Oh Charles, please we are old friends. No need for formalities." she replied.

"May we please dance?" Charles asked.

"Yes, Charles."

Charles walked Elizabeth to the dance floor and they gracefully danced. She smiled as he twirled her with such grace.

"Ow!" Charles cried.

"Charles, what's the matter?"

"You stepped on my foot."

Elizabeth was shocked. She was normally a great dancer.

"oh God, Charles, I am so sorry." she said as he walked from the room. Elizabeth followed him and was filled with concern. He turned and smiled.

"Charles, I thought..."

"You didn't step on my foot. I just wanted to be alone with the most beautiful girl in the world."

Elizabeth smiled at Charles. Charles lowered his face to Elizabeth's and met her lips into a passionate embrace. She responded with equal passion. Charles knew that if they were caught, the King would have his head, but he could no longer resist his love for the young Princess.