A/N: You see here further surprises and no I will not make Henry gentle, not in this Ch. but in other you will have to wait and see. I will portray the characters as accurately and with their good and bad traits as possible as I can.

As for TBP II it will remain my priority, it ALWAYS has, no I have not grown tired of the story, I have seen many hits there.

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Uncertainty

"Most people measure their happiness in terms of physical pleasure and material possession. Could they win some visible goal which they have set on the horizon, how happy they could be! Lacking this gift or that circumstance, they would be miserable. If happiness is to be so measured, I who cannot hear or see have every reason to sit in a corner with folded hands and weep. If I am happy in spite of my deprivations, if my happiness is so deep that it is a faith, so thoughtful that it becomes a philosophy of life, — if, in short, I am an optimist, my testimony to the creed of optimism is worth hearing." -Helen Keller, Optimism (1933)

Past

1534, May 24th

Hatfield.

Me, a simple girl or thought to be one, me Anne Boleyn. I was called the 'People's Queen', by many even by my own family. I knew they cared more about themselves than me, but still like anyone who is foolish enough to clung to emotions, I clung to them too.

Yet when I saw my father not cry at my beloved brother's funeral, I was furious and almost had a miscarriage, thankfully and I still thank God, I didn't. I had Elizabeth and since then, I have never felt happier. Even if she is not the boy or Prince I, or even Henry desired, I am still happy to call her my worldly jewel. And I see Henry loving her more each day. But sometimes I wonder as I think back to my poor brother; who could have done it and leave no fingerprint of his actions? My father told me it had to be the actions of a mad man, but I know deep from the inside of my soul and mind, that to do that, it had to be someone who hated George or us.

But who?

Who could hate us so much that they would be willing to go through such lengths to sacrifice my brother at their expense that they could risk their own lives?

I honestly did not know, but whoever it was must have been somebody really stupid or really angry, hurt and sad.

Elizabeth came in, carried by her Governess Lady Brian, she handed her over to me. Her voice barely heard as she hesitated to laugh. Yet after minutes of seeing my face, she did. I laughed alongside her. She was truly something, even at one year she displayed intelligence beyond her years. It was as if she knew what was going around her, like an adult mind sleeping in the mind and body of a child who looked so innocent and pure.

"Lady Brian." -I said. She turned to face me and bowed her head to me, as all Courtiers and people who were smart enough to know who I and my family was, did.

"Yes Your Majesty?" -She asked in her old, yet refined voice. She reminded me a little bit of that awful woman, Lady Salisbury who was also a Countess, and Governess to Katherine's child, Mary. Even if Mary and Katherine were now in tarnished reputation, still ... Katherine's daughter, Mary could still pose some threat to me, especially when the Ambassador and many Catholic Courtiers still preferred their silly and stupid Princess Mary, over my dear child Elizabeth. I could never let Elizabeth be harmed by that child, never would I let that happen, I know that Mary might be sick one day and Henry could turn his attentions to her, and since I knew that Mary had lately been talking to little Anthony Roper about the evils of the "new" faith; she could easily in her blind fanaticism round up supporters and hurt Elizabeth or dethrone her.

She was my thorn at my side, the ever lasting spine that would never yield to her father's will and instead would cause havoc in her own sister's Household and in my place! She was becoming more dangerous and sometimes she was afraid of what she might do if she had power! Surely her resentment and what she felt was the evil of Protestantism would drive her to murder innocents; innocent that did not deserve to be murdered.

There were times, especially last week when Mary had caught a harsh cold and she was so sick, that people said she was going to die; I silently prayed that when Henry would come to visit her, that she would die or be silent before her tongue could say that I had something to do with it, her eyes were always cold to me, as her mother's and I wanted no trouble with Henry, especially when he was becoming more desperate for a boy that he was non stop nagging at me how it was my duty to produce one! Mary accusing me would not help, that child had to be stopped. But there were people who thought that I would go through such lengths that I would actually poison her. Of course I would not!

I would never sink that low like others to do that. It was against my position, my status and most importantly, my nature. I would never poison a child, even if I knew she could do it someday to me if she was further driven to what they called suffering to the poor Lady Mary.

Lady Mary as if on cue walked by on the hall to do her duties as maid to my child, I saw her and we both locked our looks together, hers was of coldness yet fake respect that I could see through her hallow eyes.

She bowed her head and so did I. After that I was thankful she left.

Present

1534

August 29th: The More

Katherine was playing with her little child and breast-feeding him.

He was very irresistible and patient, she loved every sight of him. Thomas who was at her sight, ever dressed in black was looking at his son lovingly, he set both of them in his lap. Katherine laughed as she held off little John, they had decided to name him John and for a moment Thomas appeared to have always seen his son's ghost behind him and then to little John, smiling at him and protecting him.

Katherine let a sigh as the small baby finished feeding on her. Thomas smiled too and told her that he loved her. She believed his words because they both knew those words spoke truth. And Katherine knew that for the first time she was with somebody she loved, and somebody who loved her to the fullest as she loved him.

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Ambassador Chapuys facing silly accusations that he had let Katherine lay with him in his bed, and not only that; but also that he had laid with Katherine and made her pregnant! It was just too much, yet he knew that if these accusations were true to the King ... that could mean further investigation, and he could not let that crumble to his plans of keeping the former Sir Thomas safe, and his plans to smuggle the Princess Mary out of the Country.

He needed to make an emergency visit to the Mores. Now Katherine had bore a child, a male how much would that cause pain in the King and in ... that woman! She who had recently miscarried a child, and yet could still not bore the King a child, the male heir he so much wanted. And here was Katherine, the woman who was called plump when she though her years and sufferings, had a well figure, and the woman who was ridiculed! She had bore a son to Thomas More. She had a son! A son that Anne would never deliver, now that Chapuys was certain that their marriage must be crumbling and Henry's jealousy and fury over his former wife, whom he now called Princess Dowager, pregnancy, it was something to make him laugh. Anne would surely throw him to the dogs if she found out, but he was actually flattered since for him it mean the harlot Queenactually feared him. Chapuys reached the More and inside he was greeted and led by Elizabeth Swan, the Lady most loyal to her Lady, the Mistress and now surely Princess Dowager, Katherine of Aragon.

He opened the door and there were Katherine of Aragon and Thomas More, playing with the little child whom they named John. They seemed so happy to Chapuys, he was a tough and ruthless Ambassador and politician, but the woman whom he admired with all her heart, and loved as a true friend and her child whom much to his own surprise, he had grown to love like his own child; had much respect for this couple, for Thomas More and Katherine to abandon them and betray them. He truly cared about them, not by God or the hell they were certain to live if he didn't do something, but by the love he had slowly gained because of the strength and ever lasting hope this woman had, and Thomas too, in the past.

Thomas seemed to have gained some of the old trust that was characterized in this dreamer when he first met him 12 years ago when he and Mendoza had been Ambassadors representing His Majesty, the Emperor on a trip to England for the first time to secure an alliance with Henry and his Kingdom over the treaty of marriage between him -the Emperor- and the then Princess Mary when she had been 4 years old.

Katherine stroke Thomas affectionately and then returned her hand to her child who was happy on his mother's loving arms.
Thomas turned to greet the Ambassador, again acting coldly yet respectful for he was in the presence of his wife and son.

"Ah ... Ambassador, I see you come to see us." - Thomas said to the Ambassador, as the beginning of the greeting it was respectful but he did not bow or nod his head. The suffering still left its mark and fingerprint on him. A finger print that was not meant to be taken away so easily.

But being next to Katherine, Chapuys noticed that the man was civil only for her sake, it was important than ever that he discussed -and Chapuys knew by his long experience of a Politician- the planning and smuggling of Mary out of the Country.

Thomas agreed with him prior that he would help Chapuys with the condition that what Chapuys called Harlotwould be left alone and her child too, and if she carried any male child that it would be left alone too. Thomas truly believed that they were all innocent. Chapuys knew that the experience of his supposed death and loss of his first family had left him very different. Also the fact that he had been cared by a lady whose beliefs were foreign to Christianity and were thought to be eradicated long ago by holy purges. He had changed, truly changed yet the birth of his new child had left him happy, but his heart would still ache to see the men dead like Boleyn and Howard, because it was not only for what he called Punishment, but because he wanted to protect his family from them.

His present family was important and he would kill and continue to punish all those who could do harm to his family in the future.

A/N:

I updated quicker since I responded to the amounts of reviews that I thank REGANX and SHYGIRL 999 who gave me great ideas for the previous chapter and for the pending chapter 15.

Thank you shygirl 999!

and thank all my reviewers!

BTW I put Helen Keller's quote there because she is somebody I admire and respect, and thought the quote fitted perfect with this chapter as Thomas' new renaissance is with John and John the guardian angel that watches over his son not is not imagination.

But at the same there is struggle to remain optimistic.