A/N:Nothing to say got some of my inspiration hope this is to your liking.

I copied some of the song from VXLP and also if anyone here has good recommendations what song to use for this fic or can teach me how to make a trailer or make one for me I would appreciate it.

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~Marcela Narcissa

"I am throwing rocks on your window

We are leaving this place together

They say we are dreaming too high

I say this town is too small"

Brand New Day by Ryan Star (thanks VXLP for recommending it)

Chapuys woke up to the soft lips he felt on his shoulder. Looking to the warm body nestling its head on the crook of his neck, was Mary Eleanor, his dark and light Princess Bella Eleanor.

She was wide awake, she had stayed awake when she felt the sunlight hit her face. Unable to sleep anymore, she had scanned his whole body, making sure she would memorize every line, every little imperfection that made him more perfect. Eustace Rolf, she was thinking to herself, what have you done to me?

He was not happy with the emotions he felt towards this woman. As a politician it was hard for him to recognize it, that he was falling in love for her, it was not attraction. He had felt attracted to the opposite sex before, always. But never had he felt in love, perhaps the only time he ever had -he told himself -was when he came close to being her mother's savior -but alas, that had been in another life.

He could not help but notice on how different she was from his other lady, a Princess of Germany, not of England. She was calmer, more idealist than her pragmatic and shrewd mother had been, but at the same time she was more educated and she was stronger, here was a lady who would never give up, who would never hasten to put up a fight like her grandmother had done with the late King of England, for what she believed was right.

In a world that desperately was in need for heroes, that yearned to believe in the old notions of good and evil, she was a good choice to fill in that role of messiah, he thought.

Mary opened her eyes to meet the rogue Duke Eustace Rolfe. She longed to know more about him. What was his childhood like? Why was it no one knew NOTHING about him?

Who was this man who had stolen her heart and filled her world with nothing but danger and mysticism, yearning for romance? she asked herself as she passionately placed her hungry lips on his dry ones.

Recently she had began asking these questions, they did not let her sleep at night as her thoughts would be focused on solving the mystery of Eustace Rolf. Somehow, she suspected, Eustace and Rolf were not his real names. It would not be the first time that Courtier from foreign lands, especially those close to France would try to cheat her father. It had happened before with Ambassedeur Marillac. She recalled how angry her father had been that a mere and simple noble from France had made him look like a fool in front of his whole Court -luckily for her father and them, her mother was there to solve the problem.

It was her mother who always got her father out of trouble, she was the diplomat while her father -brave and good soldier and skilled military leader as he was- was just a face that government needed to intimidate other countries -after all what good would it be to admit that their whole system depended on a woman, and a foreigner at that?

She reached for his cheek, at the touch of her fingers, he broke the kiss brusquely.

They were both out of breath. This was by far -they decided the greatest night of their lives, not only had they made love for the second time in a row, they had also heard themselves scream each others names louder than before, waking the entire household.

Mary marveled at his body. She knew he was more than forty, but even so for a man who would be considered by his age old, his body was not. Far from it. His body was muscular, nto as muscular as a soldier's but it was well defined and he had broad shoulders, then there was the touch of his hands. Against her soft and creamy skin, his was rougher and paler than hers, but it did not matter. Being so different from all the men she had known at Court, made him even more attractive. She felt like Dangerosa being kidnapped by the Duke of Aquitaine or one of the many Princesses that her mother would use to read to her before the dark times, when she became ambitious and hungry for power, no different than Anne Boleyn and her family that in Mary's opinion were all snakes.

Save a few, she hated the whole lot.

He traced his fingers as he placed his hands on her cheeks. She was so perfect. She was milk and honey, her hair was the most beautiful part of her after her dark gray orbs. She was like Selene the Greek moon goddess, no, what was he thinking? She was more than that, she was a nymph, his nymph, his muse and his inspiration. When he laid with her, there was fire that rose from within warming his body. He had not felt this for a long time.

Always remember, a voice spoke to him, as she whispered "I love you" -telling him how this was all pretend. He could not be in love with her, they just could not have that which poets described as purity of the soul, the only thing that was true in this world -all nonsense.

She was just another tool, another wench to use to further his plans for revenge, nothing more. Whatever she had done to him, would never overcome his desire for revenge against her family who was responsible for locking him up in the prison, leaving him to rot while he awaited his sentence, each day praying so he could be granted a quick and painless death, begging to God that he would release him from the hell this Princess' grandfather had put him in. His only hope during those dark days had been the girl's mother, her face was the only thing that kept him alive before and after he escaped to find the legendary fountain of youth. He had risked his life for her, so he could return to help her, but alas she had turned out to be the same as all the rest of the evil brood she descended from!

He had been dissapointed when he had found out about her betrayal, but never had he felt more betrayed and what a stab had that been when he felt that huge whole punched through his chest by his lady's declaration, that everyone whispered. She not only married Philip out of interest, she married him out of love, and she said that at last her sorrow had turned to happiness, and she had never been more grateful for being next to a man who was as loyal as Philip Wittelsbach.

She had denied him, she had forgotten him. All that he did to exalt her position, all his petitions to the Emperor, and that was how she repaid him? Stating that no truer friend and lover had she found in a husband like the German Royal, and that she had never known such loyalty in a man, every help she had received before, she'd said didn't matter.

She had completely forgotten her oath to her mother -to him!

"Something wrong?" all at once the fires of vengeances that roused in his soul at these thoughts, were blown away by the softness of her voice. He looked at her, getting lost in the beauty of her innocent soul. "No Princess, everything is alright. Sleep"

"What about breakfast, I am dying for some pork"

"We can wait tomorrow" he said neutrally, pulling her closer to him and tightening the hold of his arms around her. "There is no hurry, your cooks can wait"

"A whole day, isn't that too unfair for them?" She inquired with mocking outrage.

He burst into laughter, after it subsided he buried his head in the softness of her dark curls.

"Do you have to be the missionary?"

"You don't understand do you? I care for my people, and besides, would you love me if I was any different from what I am now?" She purred in his ear stirring the arousal he felt coming from his loins.

By God this woman had corrupted his spirit, she had ruined him from the perfect, and cold, calculative soul he was sworn to be to exact his revenge, and turned him into this weak, vulnerable creature, puppet of her passion.

"Don't deny it" Mary said huskily giving one kiss to his ear, she moaned as she felt his fingers on her hair going all the way down to her thigh.

"You like it?"

He did not need an answer, feeling her tongue in his ear and hands on his muscular chest was all the confirmation he needed to kno that he still pleased her.

Today marked a turning point in their relationship, suddenly she had felt elevated from physical lover to spiritual. From an enemy, foe to a loving and caring mate who promised him with the touch of her lips and her tongue rousing up the flame of passion in their loins, that she would never leave, she would never betray him. Never miss her promises of love, when she said later after they went to sleep for a second time today, that she loved him, he knew that she meant him.

He was overwhelemed by the whole situation. His vengeance was standing in between his love for her and his hatred for what her family had done to him all those years ago under the cold, and damp walls of his cell. Live and forget -he had had nearly twenty five years to forget all of what had been done to him. He would never forget it, and as much as the face of Mary Eleanor caused him to experience grief, it also caused him to experience hatred for her mother and for her devil's brood, especially as she nuzzleds her head in his chest, her brother who was nothing more than the spitting image of his next rival, the King of Germany and the man he hated the most now, her father -Philip I.

Bavaria

If there was one thing he missed about England was the unexpected weather. Like all of the English they had been born and raised in an unexpected climate where as you grew, nothing became too surprising anymore, it took the fun out of life. Walsingham hardly saw anything in Bavaria to be surprised, the Germans were too predictable, in fact they were too easy for him to read. He yearned for a challenge, like his fellow English men, he wanted something dangerous, something or someone that could be a worthy foe. So far he had met not one, whom he had grown afraid of, but that did not mean he would lower his guard. He had heard and seen enough of the Queen Consort of Germany to know she was a woman not to be reckoned with. He had seen her on few ocassions on Court before she left to be crowned in Bavaria, the capital of her husband's reign.

She was shrewd, and a great actress, the type of woman Walsinghma would respect.

The Germans showed great hospitality. Unlike his peers who complained of their language saying they sounded too angry or too rude when they spoke aloud, Walsingham found nothing of the sort when he was introduced to one of the Queen's ladies in waiting, her name -Alberta Junge- he memorized as all the others that greeted him when he entered the main residence of the Queen.

He was taken after Frau Alberta had been dismissed by the Lady Susan Clarenciusx, the Queen's chief lady in waiting, to the throne room where the Queen sat high in the chair that belonged to her husband. She was very bold, he observed. Her husband was not here, and yet the people in this Court regarded her as their only Monarch, by the bows she received from every German noble and Royal that came to pay their respects to their lovely Queen, it would seem that she was the one who was really running the Country.

"Sir Walsingham" she adressed her voice imperious and cold as the icy glare she gave him. After all these years, she had never let go of the past -too emotional -he thought. He would have expected better from her at this point, was this not the woman after all who had made the Courts of Germany prestigious and the envy of all Christendom?

"Your Majesty" he bowed showing the best display of affection after being "warmly" received by the Queen Consort and the rest of her Court. "I am a stranger in this strange land after all, though I should say that your stepmother's motto the most happy, suits Your Majesty even more. You bear the character that we only hear in the myths of the Illiad, milady has the strong pose that only a Goddess could bear" he jested.

She smirked. Her brother had been more shrewd than she gave him credit for. She thought she would bring his dog Cecil, but no now she knew it had to be this man. Cecil was too valuable and too smart for her brother to let him leave England, it was him after all who was responsible for the building of his Empire, and sustaining it. Walsingham though he seemed the muscle, she noticed as she made contact with his dark brown orbs, that there was more to this man than met the eye. She would have to be careful with this one, the Queen decided.

"You do me much honor with your words. I have heard many speak of me as nothing more than a cold and greedy person. But as you see here, all of my husband's subjects love their Queen as much as they love their King. Germans are very grateful for your praise." She said being very careful when she chose her words. She always made it clear that it was not her who was in charage of running the Country, only when her husband was absent she would answer the Royal petitions and take care of some important aspects of goverment. Many did not agree with this, they thought their Kingw was giving the Queen too much power. She was a woman after all, what did women knew? But Mary proved them wrong, in less than a year after she had become Queen, the people had loved her. She proved to be an efficient ruler and she had mantained the peace in her adoptive Country along with her husband -when he was around.

"Your Majesty" he said after he was done humoring her, "might we speak privately?" he asked boldly.

Mary nodded.

In her private study she beckoned him to seat right in front of her.

"Your Majesty" he began explaining the details of his Majesty's worries, about her daughter's increasing involvement with the slave trade. Mary nodded to all of his suggestions on how they should deal with this alarming situation. Both their Countries were loosing the money, and she knew for a fact that her husband was not all too pleased when he learned of their eldest daughter's involement. Philip had nearly had a nosebleed when he learned about this, he thought it would ruin the marriage contract between their daughter and Mary's half brother her daughter's uncle, the English King.

"What does the King say about this? I cannot control my daughter, I am only a woman, but if someone stronger were to -" she began trailing off as she made eye contact for the last time with Walsingham. Immediately he knew what her proposal was. She desperately wanted this marriage to go through. She was more ambitious than he thought. The Queen -he confirmed, was still an impetuous child who thought too much with her heart more than her head.

She had ambitions for her daughter, she wanted her daughter to inherit what she never could, to become the Queen of England. Even after all of the pope's refusal to take back her case and declare her parents' marriage valid, she still thought that the throne of England could be hers through her daughter and her heirs. But, he also saw, this was more than just her mother's vengeance, she wanted to control, or thought she could if her daughter were to marry the King of England, her native land. Was she that naive? Could she really think that she could make England a colony of Germany, of her husband's?

He smirked inwardly, this woman in years to come he was sure, would be proven wrong, and she would pay dearly, she and her whole lot for having thought that they could oust the smartest minds in England.

"The King, His Majesty our Lord Sovereign believes that the Princess can be shown the error of her ways. He has spoken actively on your daughter's good will, but he fears that she is being misled, if she were to see the kinder face of this whole misunderstanding, she would see that there is hardly any harm done in our trade"

"How so? My daughter is very stubborn, all the other Ambassadors have hardly managed to stand five minutes with her, let alone in a room with only her. What makes you think Sir Walsingham that you are any different?" she asked coyly, her icy glared deepening into his souless eyes.

His calculating stare did not change, and without knowing, he managed to breach trough her defenses and almost at once he could discover what was that she really feared, not for her daughter but for herself that threatened her hold on her husband's reign.

"If you would allow me only a few days with her, I hear that you were expecting to visit her" he mentioned in a casual tone.

Mary's expression kept the same. She should not be surprised that this man already had known of her plans to visit her daughter, this man was not called the greatest spy in all of England for anything. She certainly reminded him of an old friend.

He went on getting on to the next subject of the marriage contract, adding how the influence of the Duke of Savoy could be an important factor that could be contributing (the Queen had her spies, he had his and many of them, had told him alarming things the moment he had stepped into this Country, all rumors but he needed to know nonetheless if those rumors were INDEED true) to the Princess of Brandenburg's dislike for their business.

Mary arched an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, hinting her dislike at what he was suggesting. Her daughter might be a naive fool and a dreamer, but one thing she was not, was a whore.

"How dare you come into my home and make those assumptions!"

"I only speak what the others have said. When the current grows strong is because the water it carries is to inmense, rumors like this could not be brought out of nothing. All rumors even if they are the more ridiculous we have heard carry some truth, and a strong reason I suspect why this is true is because your own nobles have began to speak it"

Mary shot up from her seat. She stared at him, shocked in silence for a moment.

"What do you mean by that? Answer me!" She shouted, menancingly her eyes baring deep hatred for this man.

How dare he do this, to her, speak like this when he was only a commoner. Did he not know who she was? She was the descendant of the two greatest Kings in Christendom! Nobody should speak like that, if anything she should crop his head right now for this insolence and send it to her brother in a silver platter, at last all those rumors that she was an cruel and cold bitch would be true!

"The rumors are too strong to ignore" he went on "and if I could see it, then both of us can work together to quiet them, and to eliminate the source of all evil, what is really causing your daughter to act this way."

The slap landed stingingly on his cheek and then he felt another one. But he did not complain. He had had fared worse luck when he had been in the presence of the people she hated the most in her birth Country, the Boleyns. Her behavior was nothing, for all means she was just practice, she was still a child, no great Queen he saw, for once she proved that some rumors were nothing but that rumors without current.

"You are truly sick! My daughter is not a whore! She would not fall for anyone, she knows nothing of love"

"I am not saying she knows love, but a girl her age, there are many men who easily take advantage of girls like her, girls that have a true heart, stainless of the world's evils. A man such as the Duke could use her -for what purposes it is impossible to know." He was winning now, the Queen's angry look shifted to concern as she pondered on his words. He went on "Allow me to see the Princess, I will do nothing to spoil her honor, but if there is someone who threatens our alliance, then he must be taken out like a fly"

Mary did not know how easily Walsingham had manipulated her when she said in a low voice yes, and gave him permission to see for his own eyes, what she believed were nothing but, the false rumors that the people in the Court who were against her were spreading. People would do anything to damage her reputation, Jane and Susan had said so. But could they too be lying for her sake? What if this was true, what if this man was all Walsingham and the rest said -an opportunist, a cynic, a pupeteer who was nothing than serving his own interests very much like ...

No! She thought in alarm, her eyes traveled to the window opposite her. Walsingham had left and the door of her study had been locked. As she ran to the window, she had grim sensation that history was repeating itself. Twenty four years ago it had been her who had stood near a window after she had been informed that Eustace Chapuys had escaped, later she had learned that his boat sank after someone burned it, near Spain or somewhere close to it. She had felt abandoned it, she felt that he no longer cared.

How she longed to have his strong arms around her waist, he was like a father, and soon after he died she realized he was something more. But now, after all these years that she had forgotten him, the memories of his "death" came back to her, as she realized the similitude of what had once happened to her was now happening to her daughter -Mary Eleanor. And how could it not? It all made sense, the pirate captain whom they had found in Chapuys' cell was famous, having sailed with Barbosa and all the pirate lords, and the only true Pirate Queen, a woman whose last name was Swan, daughter of a man who had been betrayed by her father and she seeking revenge had turned to piracy, and subsequently it was rumored she also became a criminal because she fell in love with a pirate who supposedly was the captain of a ghost ship. They were all rumors, but the treassure of the Florida, the Spanish colony was not. Many believed that it existed and that the pirate Captain had found it and buried it there somewhere after he had discovered a horrendous secret behind the waters that were said to make you young and eternal.

Could the criminal minutes before he had helped her old friend escape, told him about the whereabouts of such treassure?

Damn it! She cursed the heavens as she saw the sun set. All these years, she thought, that I had left the past behind, it resurfaces in the form of my newest rival -my daughter.

Just what are you planning Excellency?