Sorry its been so long since my last update. Thank you all for the reviews. Here's the Katherine/Chapuys I promised.
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Katherine woke up suddenly, looking around. She was in her bed alone, with no one anywhere to be found. Her blue eyes were lost in thought as she tried to recall the last night. She remembered that Henry angry and hurt after the latest miscarriage had seeken solace in his mistress leaving Katherine distraught. She remembered drinking too much wine and then bumping into the young ambassador Chapuys who had also drinken too much.
She closed her eyes at what had happened next. It had to be a dream. She could not have been unfaithful to Henry. Quickly calling for servants to help her dress for breakfast her troubled mind continued to ponder the matter.
When she reached the Great Hall Henry seemed in love with her again. Searching the room she found Chapuys who raised a glass to her. She gave him a friendly smile. He did not seem to remember last night. Perhaps it had not happened. Just an invention of her imagination for being jealous of Henry.
Pushing the matter away, when she found out she was pregnant again she convinced herself it was not his, that Henry was the father.
When she gave birth to a healthy girl Henry was disappointed but somewhat encouraged by a healthy child. Looking over her as she grew she was thankful that Mary favored her. But her eyes were her fathers eyes. She tried not to notice that Chapuys eyes were also blue.
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Mary hated her father sometimes. It seemed as if he did not care for her at all. Chapuys acted more fatherly than the King and it was a secret of hers that she sometimes wished he was her father instead. It broke her heart to learn that he was leaving her alone in England.
As she grew ever older and attained the crown herself she thought more and more of her mother. She tried to return England to the true faith and declared herself legitimate. She banished Elizabeth and married a handsome prince. But now she knew as she laid on her bed dying that it had all been for naught.
Her husband was far from her, the nursery empty, her only sister most likely rejoicing in her death, her people hated her and she had failed her mother. She took one last breath and her blue eyes closed. Her father's eyes.
The End
I know, I don't like it much either. Next up Edward Seymour/Anne Boleyn. I'll try to get this one done faster and better. R+R please.