A/N Just enjoy the story, this chapter was really difficult due to the fights and heavy language as well as heavy discussions between the characters.

The alice more you see here again is the same as in the tudors, so even though she is 3 years above thomas she will look well for her age like in the series. as for thomas well you know he is played by jeremy northma so definetly since he is the same thomas as in the series, yes he will look very very very very well (sorry lol I have a crush on Jeremy Northam and JRM)

Special thanks!! to regan x, dvil may cried to my other reviewers and to ladyredvelvet, your reviews keep me going, thank you so much!! expect more mush between anne and more drama, intriguing, suspense and action here!! for next chapters you will get to see more!

don't expect nothing mushy here, except for Anne and Henry.

Margaret couldn't help but feel sadness over what she had done; she meant no harm, she had just wanted to warn her mother, her dear mother who had always sacrificed herself for the wellbeing of her husband's offsprings as well as for his. She now lay in tears of rage and madness over what her stepdaughter, Margaret, had just done to her.

In all truth she wasn't surprised, she had always suspected there was some sort of unfinished business with the Princess and Thomas since he always hardly spoke of her and when he did, it was all of fanatical devotion towards her like he knew no better. It always seemed as if that devotion could only be spoken by someone very intimate towards her, but Thomas had never been in private with her, and the times he was with her was because the King command it and he had no choice to obey like the rest of the Kingdom.

Alice sighed heavily, it was all supposed to be different, contrary to what Thomas, her current husband thought, her first husband had cheated on her but as a plain speaking woman she hated every word from his mouth as he made her submit to his every-will. When she found Thomas, his face swore he was different from every man and master she ever had, but as she found out, life always had surprises.

'Why?'

Why had Thomas done all this? Marriage was a holy thing, and although supposing that Thomas got a dispensation for him and Katherine secretly, that would still make his marriage to her seem illegitamete while his first wife was still breathing and living among them, his children by any definition were nothing short of bastards.

How she hated him, not for cheating on her, but for having the audacity to show his morality many times over and over again, telling his children to always behave and go by God's law; when he had practically thrown every rule book of the bible out the window.

He would hear her, he had alwyas told she was a plain-speaking woman, well now the plain speaking woman that she was would give him the grace he deserved; but as for her words, she would make sure they hurt him more than what she thought Katherine's words ever could.

Alice strode through the rooms of their home at Chelsea, when she burst to their quarters -(Margaret slowly following her trail) - Thomas stood up in surprise and smiled with one of his famous looks to inquire what was this all about?

Margaret did not spoke but looked elsewhere to avoid her father's gaze. His trust would be betrayed once he knew she had rat him out and not told him of what she had heard between him and the King's mother.

"You know how much you have hurt me... Never would I thought you had wrenched around with that woman ." She said.

Thomas was surprised by Alice's outburst and turned to look to Margaret, suddenly all the pieces of the puzzle as to why Alice was furious, started to fit into place.

"Alice I am so sorry." He said plainly, and looking at Alice's broken face he stepped forward but she harshly pulled away when he held her in his arms.

"No!"-She yelled at him, almost spatting at his face with her saliva.

"You have done to me the worst of all offenses ... I have never had any husband as kind as you and yet you tore up my heart Thomas!"

She turned away, no longer able to hold herself together, and ran away brashly from the room.

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Thomas turned to Margaret who did not look at him. She was filled for distress that she caused, that much he knew, he knew her very well -more than even her husband- not to see that she knew what she had caused. Had he not been there with all of his children present in his household, he would have spoken to himself in loud voices against his daughter, the one he most loved and trusted in all of his life.

His look, comprehending and menacing as it was Margaret could feel it, and forced her to turn to him. "So you told her ... I see you have. It was very truthful of you dear heart ." He said quietly to her, and then turned to leave her there alone, wallowing in her sadness in his bed.

Anne and Henry were galloping in the woods close to his home at Hampton, the castle had been a willing gift from his Chancellor, Cardinal Wolsey who in good faith and skill had built one of the most unimaginable and strongest fortress-palace in all Europe. Not even Richmond, once called the "Beauty Palace" could ever compete with this monstrousity, not even Greenwich where he was born.

"My love" -Anne said next to him in her white horse, a perfect contrast to her purity of heart, mind, body and soul. She approached her horse closer to his, a pure bred horse like hers, but even still, in his mind no horse was more beautiful and looked pure to the human eyes, as those Spanish bred.

But to Anne, Henry had learned from his own experiences and from hers -(from Isabella's)- that sometimes Spanish horses and mares were beautiful and exquisetly exotic to the human eye, but inside laid a spirit of a mare whose nature was untamed and savage as true Spaniard nature.

English horses on the other hand, Henry had learned that they might not have the purest blood or be full bred in speed, modesty and etiquette like Spanairds, but they had more common sense. Instead of being brash and submissive with revelry; they were cold, calcuated and never cared of where they came from, only that they could take something as well as the rest of their breed; whether mixed or pure, it didn't matter.

So much like horses were Katherine, Anne, Thomas, the rest of the Courtiers and Henry. They all came from different backgrounds, but they were all true to their race and to their ideals, in all the people he had known a devout faith was behind every one of them, but some like his mother who came from foreign backgrounds refused to accept that human nature to fall in love was not something you could prohibit or force, it just happened.

When he married Isabella, it hadn't happened; it was forced, and although he grew to love the young girl, sometimes it felt more like respect than love itself.

"Anne" He said to his lover, if all went well she would become his next ... No! His first wife, for he and Isabella were first cousins, almost siblings -never really married- and their daughter Mary was born 7 months after they had consumated the union agreement and after she had divorced her first husband, Archduke Christan, questions of paternity arose quickly.

Anne was all he loved, she was passionate, not crazy, and willing to wait. She had already gave so much of her life to be with him, and it pleased him; for this meant that she loved him and held him in such a high steam, more above than any other men that would want to cross her path. And who wouldn't like to cross her path? She was beautiful, with her snow-white skin, her black hair which was as dark as night, another contrast to her purity of skin and heart, and her eyes were probably the best part of her, blue deep and dark eyes that served to be like hooks for the soul. For some reason ever since he met her, he couldn't stop thinking of anything besides her, she was in his sleep, his mind, his dreams, his illusions, his visions and now, she was with him for real.

"What do you think will happen once we marry and this whole business about Isabella clears off?" She asked, deeply concerned but with a voice of inquiry, much like her father.

Henry turned to his soon-to-be-wife. "I don't know, the Pope has already said that the matter is attended, and Campegio whom I don't trust is already stalling enough to dissolve my marriage with Isabella, I know you are to be my first wife, but I don't care anymore if I have to marry you by their laws even, every where recognizes you will be Queen . Since Isabella is dead and you are soon to be made Marquess of Pembroke, by your ancestry of royal blood and lineage to Edward III, you are more than worthy to become a wife. I think no other lady like you has more royal blood or beauty and purity of soul than you."

Anne seemed flattered and let a small be shown, visible through the widow-like black embedded veil that covered part of her face.

"I promise you Anne; you will be my wife. France is already recognizing it, and our sons and heirs will be heirs, and descendants of noble blood, blood that you will give my children through your soul, pure english at last, a line secured and safe that the English people can later trust ... but even you as my Queen and me as King, I will still have to deal with my mother!! They and my cousin Charles along with my family, the Hapsburg by marriage to Isabella, can't leave me alone ... and the Pople does neither hears or listens, he keeps bleeding my treassury so he can enjoy every cup, jewelery or precious stones while I and the Country remain the only ones left out of almost EVERYTHING!!" Henry said, letting out an annoyed grunt much to his chagrin of character.

Anne watched him silently, no emotion but that of neutral character shown through her face, with a determine posture she said. "May I speak?"

Henry still not finished of his grunts nodded.

"Granted." -He said.

"There are books that say that the King is owner of his household and Kingdom as well as marriage matters, these matters are only to be judge by God and no holy man, whether Prince, King or bishop in Rome." She said.

Henry turned his head towards her covered face, he stared at her amazed by the new and shocking words that came from her mouth. His handsome and brave figure, known through out Europe as the "most handsome Prince in Christendom" with his piercing blue eyes -a gift from his mother- and fine, firm rosy but cold and manly lips -a gift that had to be from his father, although nobody in the Kingdom, especially Anne that knew remembered by the portraits of the late Prince, Arthur Tudor or his real self did he have such lips and such manly posture, it had to be inherited by somebody else, his father no doubt. - contemplated with full attention what Anne had just said. Never in his life had he heard these miracolous words, but he did not know what to make of them, didn't his mother and the Holy Church say these words were heresy and only the Vicar of Christ ,descendant of St. Peter could judge earthly men by behalf of the power granted in Christ?

Still, his pious and brave figure that had long ago wrote a pamflet defending the Church form such heresies that threatened the peace of Christendom with their false prophets, he had been such a fervent idealist and proud one like his mother often chastised him, but she was proud too nonetheless of him. Thomas More had helped write that pamflet, but yet Thomas was a humanist, and often to blinded by his love of faith and humanity that he did not see that sometimes changed needed to happen. The change he wanted was not the change he shared with More, his deepest friend in all the world.

With final resolve he set his attention on Anne again. "Show me these books, I command you." He said in the deepest commanding voice, but with the fervor and passion he had for his dear and equal-passionate Anne.

"I will, they are by my home, once we get married we can take all these meassures into our hands, but promise me it will be after we marry. I can't wait any longer Henry." She said and galloped on the opposite side of Hampton Palace, Henry trailing behind her.

Marriage was something that was already invetiable.

Even if she hadn't fallen in love with Henry, and still listened to her father and uncle, the Duke; the machinations and revelry both young lovers showed had gone to far to just pull away.

Anne would marry him by the Church as it was tradition and the Pope as well as all Christendom would have no choice but declare the marriage legal and Isabella's void. But despite all of this, she had fallen in love with Henry, and it was for the love she had of him that she had been willing to wait, despite the machinations of Katherine her old friend, and the Pope who was prisoner in his own castle by the sack of Rome from the King's cousin Charles that prevented the delay of their marriage on the ground that if they married it would have to be recognized as a second marriage not a first, and that Mary would still be sole heir, unless a male would be begotten by Anne and the King, above all the children that he and Anne may have and Isabella would still be recognized with the full honors of a Queen, therefore making Katherine still a vital figure in power.

In one year, at most two after she would become the future Marquess of Pembroke, they would be married, and after that she and Henry would finally be free to reign alongside as King and Queen with Katherine falling far behind.

Once she had Katherine and Isabella far from his mind, the reform would continue.

The wretched memory of that wrench Isabella would not interefere with Henry, and as everybody knew or suspected Mary to be illegitimate and not Henry's, even Anne thought that -despite of the striking similarity in face and spirit of conviction she had to her father- but with her out of the way, Katherine would no longer enjoy the power she had been enjoying for so long at the expense of Henry.

Some time later ...

Months and days had passed since that fateful and wretched day when Alice spoke against her husband, she had no sentiment of hatred towards him but that of regret. Regret for being so weak and being so proud when his reputation as well as the well-being of their family and reputation was at stake after they had just received news that the King would marry that new woman, Anne Boleyn now Marquess of Pemboke next year, the year of 1530 on New Year, where both celebrations and blessings to a new Queen and a new year would take over.

Thomas as a Chancellor, a man of dignity and self righteous as her wretched husban's morals were, he had to go for the marriage was to be done in a Catholic Church. As for the marriage there was nothing wrong with it, it was valid under every law whether man's or God's.

And Thomas had said he would go, but nonetheless; everybody knew he would not stay long but the King being the King would find a way to make him stay.

The woman silently waited for her husband to return, in truth she now knew how it felt for Katherine all these years of solitude of not having her husband by her side. Or yours -she mentally said, it was hard enough as it was for her not being bothered by her husband's sarcasm and silly humor, and then have to put up with her own pain and current condition.

She had guessed that maybe this was how Joanne (his supposed first wife) truly died, that the rumors of those stupid stories where she died of some ache or some illness was not true, there was no sweating sickness back then and if there was all of Thomas' children, her children by right of love and devotion she had for them, would have gotten it. She had died of an ache of childbirth, the child had not even been born for the stress Thomas had put her through after finding out ...

That her perfect husband had cheated on her, he had married before her and only really married her out of pitty, that he wanted not her but her sister, the real beauty because in some sick way she reminded Thomas of Katherine's fervent pasion and devotion to God, but Joanne's insistency and self pity made Thomas wallow in pitty and marry her.

How perfect it was for him to do this, to her that loved him, all of her life she lay in hiding, not once saying anything but be blunt about his unrealistic dream, but yet she held to them and propeled him to keep faith in them. Now she was cast aside by the memory and danger of his true wife the Princess herself! and their son, the King who was marrying a mistress and would soon lead England into turmoil if the rumors were true about her being a reformer. A heretic she could see through her!

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Thomas arrived early to his home at Chelsea, it was their home, much as his as Alice's, he did not want to bump into the woman, he already had enough of "me not wanting to speak to you" kind of attitude, he preferred if he was left in peace and prepare ahead for the ceremony of his son - the truth now did not seem so foreign, after all the years of knowing it since conception, he now finally accepted Henry, he always did, but now more than ever, and he would be with Henry and as always the pride and love he felt for his granddaughter would not leave him, he would fight for Mary should anything happen because of Anne Bullin, his mistress - and his new wife in a couple of months. He was proud of the man, a humanist Henry was taught well but he needed more experience and spiritual guidance above all.

He walked to his bedroom, Alice still shared the bedroom with him, they were husband and wife and she devoted to her vows would still share the bed with him, the same bed they had shared ever since they consumated their marriage. Nothing beyond their act of sleep ever pass on that bed; no sex, passion or sweet words of comfort ever since she had known. Ocassionally words like good night and good morning were heard.

But nothing beyond that, never.

Thomas reached his bedroom sighing in tired manner, he shuffled through his papers and folders that it wasn't until he felt prying eyes behind him watching him.

He turned, his wife Alice silently looking at him, no words spoken between them, but that was no surprise since words were hardly spoken anymore.

He nodded to her and turned to leave, but stopped at hearing his name being called.

"Thomas" She said calmly. "I don't come here to argue but I do come here to tell you husband that soon, very soon you are expecting a new child and before the new revelation leaves me in stress as it did to your old wife Joanne, I will not be for stress has been my life with you, so don't worry if stress can kill me or the child you just know about now, it won't."

Thomas' eyes almost bulged, he wanted to cry and yell to heaven so many things but he didn't, instead the new shock and revelation that his wife was expecting hit him like a bucket of cold water.

His wife even after all these years of stress, still had a well-figure for her age, considering she was 3 years above him. She was expecting and she had just said her mind would not stand for any more of the vermin he did. He accepted the information and her indirect pleas that he would not mess in dangerous waters anymore.

"Alice" He said tenderly and then for the first time in months, both husband and wife hugged each other.

She had finally forgiven him for all the bad he had caused her, his past was now his past and would remain there hidden for as long as it needed to.

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Margaret stood outside her parents' bedroom, the scene before her was the most tender-sweet scene she had seen in the past two months after all the fights and cold stance of both her parents.

Now it felt like all would be fine again, but if she would have known better she would have foreshadowed that soon, an event that would both ruin her life and her father's forever was approaching.

A/N:

That is all for today, tomorrow sunday I will post a short one, sorry for that, but it will be hard, and remember in episode 5 of season2 tudors, alice more despite all of thomas more's self righteous character and annoying (to her at least) behavior, she loves him no matter what, and she is just scared.