The Three Graces Chapter 25: The Coming Storm, a tudors fanfic

The Coming Storm

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"How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try turn the tables

I wish you'd unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late

Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will

Well I'd hope that since we're here anyway
That we could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror

Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will

Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)

How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed?
And try to turn the tables
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror

Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will...

~"Someday" by Nickleback

"You think this can last? There's a storm coming, Mr. Wayne. You and your friends better batten down the hatches, because when it hits, you're all gonna wonder how you ever thought you could live so large and leave so little for the rest of us."

~"Selina Kyle" (a.k.a. Catwoman) in The Dark Knight Rises (2012)

December 1540

Annie's screams were drowned by Mary's snores. She had felt something prick at her shoulders earlier, but lost in the sweet land of Morpheus where she saw Ned and their children along with a happy Arthur and Annie play, she didn't bother to wake up.

Annie sobbed. She buried her head in her pillow. "Annie?" She looked up and saw her.

"Go away" She spat. "This is all your fault!" She pointed to her bruised face. Her bottom also hurt. She could barely stand up.

"I said go away! Go away! Go away! Just go away! I hate you, I hate you, you killed my father and took my mother to bed your father!" Meggie came to her sister's aid. She pulled away and pulled a sharp object from her drawer, Meggie noticed it was her brother's dagger their father had given him as a present last Christmas. "I swear I will use it, I swear ..." Her voice broke. "Just go away!"

"No you won't" she said with an air of boldness Annie did not recognize before. It could not have come from her father, he was never this bold, the Earl was always be careful what and with whom he spoke. This had to come from somewhere -someone- else. She looked at her and their faces met, and she realized this was not the Seymour bastard, the Seymour mongrel pup she'd been taught to hate but her sister. Her real sister.

She looked at her with the eyes of her mother -their mother. Our mother, she said to herself and she lowered the dagger and embraced her sister. "I am so sorry. I will never hurt you again."

Meggie did not know what to say but Annie noticed she was crying to and was saying incoherent things, when she shook her and asked her what was saying, she only said: "At least you had a father, I have no one." And it made her heart ache more.

"Of course you do," she said but Meggie shook her head. Annie gripped her shoulders tighter. "Meggie ... sister, look at me. You do have a father." She took out her handkerchief and began wiping her sister's tears.

"You have my father." Meggie nodded. She always wondered, she thought aloud. "What?" Annie asked.

"What life would be if I never came-"

"Don't say that!" Annie said and she fell silent at once. "Don't cry, mama would not love you to cry. I blamed you all these years for her fall, for falling in love with your sire but the real person I had to blame was him. He created you but he never loved you just as he never loved me. Don't cry." She embraced her sister but then Meggie pulled apart, she was still scared what Annie could do to her and Annie could not blame her. If she was Meggie though, she would never forgive herself, she would reek vengeance on anyone who tried to do her or her family harm, but Meggie was not her. There was not a malicious bone in her body.

"What was he like? Your father?"

Annie smiled, remembering the times when he would swing her with full force and her mother would reprimand him. She was always scared for her and Arthur. They had all been very happy.

"He sounds like he was a good man."

"You would have liked him, he would never held a grudge against you. As long as you admitted he was the best swinger." She said and Meggie joined her in her laughter.

"How could you do that to my little girl?" Mary screeched. "She is only six you monster, you animal!" She slapped him. "She is the only thing I have to remember of George and you took her away from me!"

"Be still Mary she is not dead!"

"She might as well be after what you did to her. You savage! She is just a little girl!" She flung everything she could find at him.

"Calm yourself! She is not a little girl, she nearly killed our daughter, MY daughter!"

"She is also my daughter." She said silently when they were inches apart. His eyes trailed down her bodice with a sudden stirring in his loins. She slapped him and was about to again when he imprisoned her. "Let me go" He sucked on the delicare of her neck.

"Never, I will do what it takes so that you and me are safe, I will fight for you until you and I are the last fucking people in this Earth, you understand? I would even go to war for you?" She tensed, inhaling deeply as he felt his hands fondle her breasts.

"Please ... Edward" He did not hear anymore after his hand trailed underneath her skirts, pinching at her bottom. She moaned his name while he was inside of her, her pain forgotten.

"Oh Edward please don't leave me."

"No I will not, I will never leave you." He promised panting as his body gave its last tremor of desire passing through him as he thrust savagely in her, feeling his hot seed seep into her awaiting womb.

"Oh Edward I love you, I love you so much ..." She breathed feeling his lance, gorging on the feel of his hair in her fingers. "Ah, ah." Her body rhtyhmically moving, clawing on his back, tasting the blood from his lips, feeling him move, his seed sip inside her to the point she was shouting his name when-

"Meggie! Child what you are doing here?" Edward immediately rolled from her side and wrapped a sheet around his waist, going to his daughter but she moved away running to her chambers.

1541

"Your Majesty." Mary's visit was a surprise, the Queen stood and nodded to Lady Hertford, beckoning her to come forward.

Mary bowed before the Queen, next to her was her little jewel, Annie Boleyn who followed her mother in deep curtsy.

"Ah, splendid, so this is the beautiful little Boleyn we have been hearing much about. Come here child." Annie came fearfully to the Queen. The Queen took her in her arms and kissed her pale cheeks. She was very thin and that bruise, but then again her namesake was said to be very thin as well, still she would have to do something to remedy that.

She invited her stepdaughter to sit next to her and Annie.

Mary watched as Annie and the Queen happily interacted. Annie was mesmerized by her presence, all her past troubles forgotten. When they left he Queen she asked her mother if she could have one wish, and she said yes and Annie asked if she could have her siblings with her. Mary nodded yet she placed her with Arthur, far from Meggie as she still did not trust her and she did not want another discussion with Edward.

She was too tired of discussions, children often made her tired and weary these days and the little one was taking all her strength. It was as Annie had once said of Meggie, a leech feeding off her.

Mary left Annie with her cousin and returned to her chambers, she and Edward still had the same apartments but they no longer shared the same bedroom. She rubbed her stomach, the bulge was becoming more apparent. Maggie worried for her sister day and night, she and Bella mad sure that she had everything she needed but she felt the court life was no longer for her. She just wanted to go home and take all the children with her, including Meggie and her full siblings.

She left the first of February before her father had time to organize the celebrations for her and Meggie since they shared the same birthday.

Lady Surrey, Lady Douglas, the former Princess, Lady Elizabeth and the former Queen of England who was at the complete mercy of the new Queen of England, Lady Anne of Cleves, commonly known as the "King's Sister", bowed before their new liege's Consort, Katherine Howard.

Anne of Cleves felt as if time had stopped and she felt very insignificant standing before this woman whose figure held the illusion of radiating power. Elizabeth felt the same, yet the more practical side of her was telling her she could reap of the benefits of this new union. As the Queen's cousin, she would be amongst her first ladies and the Queen also intended it to be so. She felt she needed to unite the King's family, all of the King's family starting by her own cousin Elizabeth, then she would move on to her younger cousins she decided whom she heard so much about.

Looking down to the Lady Surrey and Lady Douglas, Katherine saw a mix of emotions. It was clear these women did not feel the same towards this new Queen and yet Lady Surrey showed her every bit of respect that she did not get from either of her sisters, especially that odious Lady Hertford who refused to pay any respects to her and even wrote to her an insulting letter where she called her 'My Lady' several times instead of Her Majesty as she should have had since she was the Queen and her new stepmother.

She pushed these unpleasant thoughts and bid the ladies to rise. She inquired to Elizabeth about her cousin, Anne Boleyn named after her infamous cousin. She could not stop thinking of the bruise on her cheek. A frown appeared on Elizabeth's face, it was not a subject she was particular fond of speaking especially when her cousin Margaret Douglas was here and she knew the woman to be a good friend of her older sisters. Maggie she could trust, she was different, bug Meg she was not so sure.

Kitty understood her cue and turned to more pleasant topics, fashion, clothes, jewels, shoes everything young women loved to fill their heads with these days.

Kitty asked Elizabeth once more, when they were in the vicinity of her sanctuary. "She is rather afraid Your Majesty, my sister has taken her and Arthur to Beaulieu. But she wants her sister, she really is repentant of what she did." No sooner did Elizabeth realize her mistake.

"What did she do?" Kitty asked intrigued.

She felt she could not lie to Kitty, part of her wanted to but her affections for her family ran deeper and took deep root in her and she decided to tell her the truth. All of it. By the time she was finished, Kitty's mouth stood agape.

Well, her mind started working, if I can't have the little cow to bow before my feet, at least I will teach her a lesson never to cross me again. "What about your other cousins?"

"Lady Margaret Boleyn, Lords Edward and Edmund Seymour are with their grandmother Lady Margery Seymour in Wolf Hall. It was my sister's idea as well."

"But Lord Hertford remains at court?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Interesting. She thanked her cousin and ordered the best wine to be brought, Elizabeth suspected, to toast for this new information.

Sir Thomas was surprised when he was approached by the Queen. A silly little thing he decided, but she had charm and she was not the only Howard who did. He discovered his sister in law's cousin constantly looking over to the Queen's brother, Charles Howard who had recently been knighted after her sister's ascension.

He was perplexed as for the nature of her visit but when she went straight to the point, as he believed she could not go anywhere else. Unlike her predecessors, she did not posses the acute mind for intrigue and treachery that made, especially the first two the major players while they were in the King's favor.

"I understand you started courting Lady Latimer, is that true?"

He nodded. He had been very discreet about his affair, in fact no one knew but Edward and he was always very discreet. There was leaking in his office, his first thought was Surrey's father, the Queen's uncle, the Duke of Norfolk.

"That is true Your Majesty, she is one of your ladies I believe and Lady Hertford has given me a fine dower from her mother's own jewels."

"I understand she was not allowed to keep them, Master Secretary Cromwell kept them all safely locked away is that not true?"

"That is true but after his salvation, Her Grace, the Duchess of Bavaria, Lady Isabella convinced him to give all of the Princess Dowager's possessions to her middle daughter."

"You love widow Latimer then Sir Thomas? Would you do anything to be with her?"

"Yes of course Your Majesty." God how much did he have to endure from this silly creature? It was no wonder why his niece always grew tired of being around silly airheads. He thanked God that Lady Surrey's children had not been born brainless.

"I mean to give you a present Sir Thomas since this has been such a pleasant conversation." Her lips twitched at the thought of that woman bursting through her door screaming, demanding to bring back her daughter, but the guilt disappeared as she thought how proud her uncle would be that she was finally learning. "I am well aware that you and your step-niece have a very close knit relationship and that your brother, Lord Hertford is a good guardian to most of his stepchildren. However, there have been troubling rumors that he and the Countess have been having troubles. Perhaps it would be best if you were to take on of his responsibilities? Her mother would still be allowed to visit her child, granted she notified you and your future wife first."

Thomas did not know what to say. This was his chance to take Meggie and raised her like he always wanted yet if he took her now, Edward would never forgive him and he did not want to think what her mother would do.

He shook his head. "I am sorry Your Majesty, I thank you for your offer but I am afraid I cannot accept."

"Do not say no yet Sir Thomas, think it over. You will find it is better to have me as a friend than your brother." She said, her blue eyes twinkling as she turned her back and left.

He decided to make a hasty trip to Wolf Hall, arriving at night. He was greeted by his mother, who seemed not to age a day since he last saw her, she still had the commanding voice and figure he remembered from his childhood days.

"My son, such a pleasure to see you at last. Why have you not written? A son should keep his mother informed, you have been neglecting your responsibilities. Where is that pretty wife of yours by the way? The Tudor girl? Did she think herself too good to come and greet her new mother?"

Edward smirked, he missed his mother's twisted sense of humor and direct approach to things. "I am afraid not." He said coming into the parlor where he was greeted, most respectfully by their servants and his children. "Lady Hertford has not been feeling well and with the new pregnancy-" He started as he tried to make eye contact with his daughter but she looked away.

"Pregnant?" His mother interrupted. "Again? I cannot believe you would be so careless Edward, she barely survived childbirth."

"Mother please, not in front of" His eyes trailed to Meggie whose eyes were blazing with apprehension.

"Run along child" His mother told her. She obeyed, curtsying and leaving. His mother walked to the nurses who had his one year old son Edmund and baby Edward, and took the youngest from their hands.

"There, there little Edward. You are just as silent as your father, a Seymour does not cry little wolf."

"Really mother? Should it not be a Wentworth does not cry? You always said it was the Seymours whose minds were too slow and too quick tempered for their own good."

Margery sighed waving her hand dismissively. "My family's glory has collapsed in place of your father's" She said crisply but she added quickly before her son could complain "I am not complaining, he is your son, last name Seymour or not. He can learn when to be calm."

"You were always so natural with children." He said grinning, watching his son constantly shift his gaze from his mother to Edward. "He looks more like his cousin though, he has her eyes, his grandfather's eyes."

"But he has the rest of you." Margery said sternly "What is this with your wife? It has been more than a month since you saw each other, your daughter asks constantly for her papa and it is not you."

"I am well aware of that." She loves Thomas.

He did not realize he said it aloud. "Oh Edward my darling boy, she does not love Thomas, she loves what he represents, the father you never are and do not turn your back on me!" Edward sighed and forced his eyes on his mother. "You have not been a father to that child, when she needs you, you are in her mother's chambers and I do not deny she is beautiful. I remember Queen Katherine from when she married both of her husbands, the King and his older brother, the Prince of Wales at the time. She was a very beautiful woman and I can see it in your eyes you've fallen for her spell."

"It is not just any spell. I love her."

"I know you do and so does she but you are both too stuborn You do not realize that by hurting yourselves you are also hurting that poor, innocent child. What has she done to you, hmm? If it was not for her conception Edward, you and her mother would have never been."

"I-It was different." He sat on the sette, he could not believe he was giving up his mental defenses so soon. "M-Mary was pregnant and she lost the child and ..."

"But you moved on, for that child's sake you did and you went on to have two beautiful sons and spend countless nights, or should I say, days together?" Edward grinned. She gave the child back to its nurse. She then sat next to him, placing her hand on top of his. "You love her then fight for her. Explain why you did what you did and also do something nice for the Boleyn girl."

"I want to but I cannot forget what Annie did."

"Yet you will." She said sternly "She is your daughter, blood related or not, you must accept all of Mary Tudor's children and explain to that child why was it wrong what she did and for God's sake do something for your daughter as well, she needs her father. I do not care what she or your brother say, you are her father. You are the one she should look up to. And besides, I think Thomas has done a terrible betrayal demanding me to bring her to him."

"So you know?"

"Of course, he wrote to me before you came, I knew it was a matter of time before you did love. It is nonsense, he cannot do this. In any case the custody is not given to you, her mother still lives."

"I am afraid he has good bases to argue for. And Meggie loves him."

"She loves what he represents, what she wants her real father to be, she does not love Thomas anymore than you do." She said passing her white fingers through his golden hair.

Meggie listened behind one of the doors. She did not want to leave her grandmother. It was nice here, she was nice. But if given the choice between her father and uncle Thomas, she would choose uncle Thomas.

"I wish I could believe you but I see it in her eyes when she looks at me, it is the same look you gave to me when you were disappointed."

"At least try Edward before she grows up and it becomes too late to forgive you."

"I do not make any promises."

His mother sighed and said nothing more and opened the door. "Margaret child, you have a visitor. It is your father." She lowered her voice. "Come, that is it child, pay your obeisance." Margery kissed Edward and left, closing the door behind him.

He knelt to his daughter's eye level. "Hello Meggie."

"Margaret" She corrected "my name is Margaret, everyone calls me so here."

"Margaret it is then. You want to play?" He took a small wooden soldier from his pocket. "I made it for you."

"I do not want it." She said taking it from him, splitting it in half and smashing the pieces to the ground, stepping on them with her muddy shoes. She had been allowed to play in the garden, despite her age the Lady Seymour was a very active lady and she could run almost as fast as Meggie and she always let her win.

Edward sighed carrying her to the bed against her protesting. "I only want what is best for you. I used to play with soldiers like that, when I was a child. Sometimes I would spend weeks-"

"I know you would spend weeks trying to outsmart all your cousins and siblings, my papa told me, he said you were very smart and your mother's favorite, that you made everyone proud. Is that why you are here? You want to take away your brother's victory because deep down in your rotten core you know I will never be able to love you, even if I tried which I do not want to by the way." She said in a matter-of-fact way.

Edward was astounded to hear so much hatred coming from the child. My daughter -he thought looking into her navy blue eyes, his eyes -he realized. Rubbing her back he kissed her forehead, her last comment ignored and said in a placid tone. "You remind me a lot of your uncle. When he was a boy he would chase all the servant girls and steal their toys and give them to our sisters just so he could receive praise from our parents."

"Papa Thomas would never do that, there is no honor in tormenting girls."

"No honor but your uncle was never one to care for such a thing. You could say we Seymours are made of finer stock, we live by honor's code but we are never good practitioners-"

"What does practitioner mean?"

"Means practice, do things. Our family upholds honor, service is our life we profess but we never really follow it. Your uncle never really follows it either, he is not the man he wants everyone to believe though he does a fine job impressing the pretty ladies like you little bumpkin." He said poking her nose. She pushed his hands away and took a step back, repulsed by his touch. He tried touching her again but the minute he made contact she hit him and spat at his face, not once or twice but several times.

"Meggie please child, I only want to speak with you!" He said wiping her spit with his sleeve from his face.

"Go away! I do not want to see you, Sir Thomas is my father, he brings me gifts, he is good to me, he does not make excuses or hit little children like you and he certainly does not hit little girls."

He knew the insult was directed at him by the way he dealt with her sister. He would not try to explain his actions to a four year old. It was clear she had already made her decision.

"I am your father you know that?" She nodded looking away in shame. "Your mother really misses you, Annie is even begging for your return."

She shook her head looking angrily at him. "I do not want to go back, Annie did what she did because she hated me, because of you" She said vehemently.

"Meggie, Annie says she is sorry and for your mother's sake I am willing to make a sacrifice and believe her, please do not the same mistake I did, it is not worth it living in hate. I hated my father for so many years because he did something terrible to me ... and my first wife, but in the end I realized it was not worth it and you know why? Because no one really cared that I did, in fact it seemed to amuse him." He said attempting to lighten the situation, but she remained cold. "What I am trying to say is you can hate me all you want but in the end the only person that will get hurt will be you." He grabbed her shoulders gently and tried to bring her into a hug but she broke free, kicking and screaming.

"Meggie, me, your mother and your siblings, really need you."

"Get out, I only want to see Thomas, he understands. You were never there for me. You were there when you felt you needed to be, not because you wanted to. You never read stories to me, tuck me in bed or sang me a song the way mother or Uncle Thomas does. A real father is one that is there for his children every day, you spent every night in bed with mother doing things to her." She said remembering when this man came, her mother would refuse to see her and send maids in her stead to tell her she would be back but she never came back. "I liked it better when you were not there to take my mother away from me and Annie. You spend all your time with her, you wanted children and when you had my brothers I could see you loved them more than me." She stopped, forcing back her tears.

"I love you all of you the same, please understand why I cannot give you my name, the scandal it would cause would ruin your mother's reputation and put the stain of illegitimacy on you-"

She cut him off, "I do not care if it comes to that, at least I would have my mother back."

He sighed, she was too stubborn like Mary for her own good. "Sweetheart you do not know what you are saying, just come back with me, I promise when we get there, I will make things better for you and your mother."

"And my siblings?"

"All of your siblings, I love you."

"You will not because you do not know what love is. Please lock the door on your way out."

He clenched his teeth in anger and left.

She refused to see Ned or anyone else for weeks until her grandmother came with a surprise guest. "Aunt Bella!" She said running to her Aunt's open arms, next to her was her uncle, the Duke of Bavaria. "Your Grace" She said with an open smile once she was the ground, curtsying before him.

"None of that with me child, we are family now, you may call me uncle when we are in private."

"Uncle then. Will you play with me and Aunt Bella?" The same enthusiasm that she showed to her uncle Thomas, she showed to her new uncle because meeting his green gaze she realized there was nothing in there that could hurt her. He was honest to his word that he loved her.

That day after they finished playing they retired to the guest chamber where Bella had a surprise for her husband. It was a new game –she said. One that he would like very much. He was unsure of it at first but when she tied his hands to the bed post with the smoky pearls he gave her last Christmas he soon changed his mind as she began working her tongue all the way down his engorged member where, his erection was made more evident after she unlaced his hose.

She looked up at him searching for confirmation. He nodded and she took him deep with her mouth. Philip gasped, feeling his mind explode. This was another one of her erotic games, but, damn her, by all the Angels in Heaven she brought him to the brink of desire, releasing while still in her mouth.

"Did you get His Majesty's permission to have Meggie delivered to us while they are arguing over who gets her custody?" He asked after they were finished, or at least he was finished because he had finished pumping his seed into her but damn witch, she was still very eager.

Vixen, he thought. He hated using Edward Seymour's words for his wife, for his own wife, but when she was in heat … God, she was in heat!

"Ah!" He clawed his nails on her back. She loved being on top, he was her slave and she suspected he liked being the slave. Warriors, easy with their swords but not with their own cocks. She kept moving, stimulating his thrusts until he fell unconscious. She woke him up with a slap.

"So what were you asking me?"

"Damn you woman, you mean to send me to a life of eternal damnation?"

She responded kissing his lips, giving him a mock bite in his neck as she sucked, feeling the fragrance from his smooth skin. "To answer your question" she started as he began to moan, calling out her name as her hand traveled all the way down his erect member. "I did ask my father for an audience before we came but he shut the door right in my face. He is still sore for our marriage."

"He is not the only one." He grunted, biting his tongue as her legs encased him and forced him on her. "Ah … sweet mother of Jesus." He swore he would die happy.

Bella let him go. She was panting, her body had never experienced such joy. With Liam it was different, the man was so eager to finish and frightful that they would get caught their pleasure never lasted and Nando … Nado was different, she thought with a bit of longing.

"What did he say then? Did Cromwell … Ah … Ah… will help us?"

"Cromwell?" She laughed. "Good gracious no, not after what we did, but we did save his neck so he does owe us something. He said that His Majesty is taking Sir Thomas' claim seriously and widow Latimer has recently …" She sighed rolling off him. "… been offered a position in the Queen's household. Lousy Gardiner believes that she is a good, honest Catholic. She is the first two, not so sure about the last."

"You know her?"

"I met her on few occasions, here and there. When his courtship was made obvious last month, I remember her telling Cranmer how interested she was to learn of his discourse, he seemed rather interested in her –if I am not mistaken he's taken her as his pupil."

"What did she say about your niece?"

Bella untied the pearls, he breathed a sigh of relief rubbing his wrists, his legs, and arms that were still sore after a long and excruciating night of savage pleasure.

He could still feel her in his legs, the tip of his member encased by her hot, throbbing wetness. He had to pull out before she drove him to the edge of insanity. He returned to the subject of hand.

"W-Widow Latimer … what did she say about your niece?" He asked breathlessly, she could see he was still struggling. She teased him with her wicked smile and her glint in her eyes, but in the end he proved himself stronger than her.

"What did she say?"

She sighed. It would be for another day, she decided.

"She said she would gladly convince her husband to be except she is not too happy the way her mother refuses to see her and that her own father or quote her 'guardian' will leave her with his own mother instead of taking charge of the poor girl."

"Did she really say that?"

"Every word, except for poor girl, she used something stronger, she believes her future niece would benefit from a lighter influence like her and Sir Thomas."

Philip snorted. "The man is a rake."

"He was. Unfortunately for all the pretty ladies with father's new Queen, my niece has ruined him for them."

"You think he can win."

"If Mary refuses to pay this little kitten respects I am afraid he will and as for Lord Hertford, the Howards except for my brother in law, hate all the Seymours so they would not hesitate to give this victory to Sir Thomas to see their house is divided."

"And you believe Sir Thomas will make for a better guardian for our niece?"

She hated to admit it but Sir Thomas loved her niece with every inch of his soul, but she still believed that Edward was her father and he deserved a second chance. "His only mistake was in spaking that girl so hard and bruising her cheek. I believe Sir Thomas would love her unconditionally but …"

"But?" He prompted moving closer to her, she could feel the hairs of his pubic area tickling the skin of her buttocks, she almost giggled.

"But it would not be the same. Annie has realized it was a mistake doing what she did to Meggie, their parents are the only ones left to realize their mistakes."

Philip agreed, feeling the burning desire through him, he violently turned her around and savagely took her, her body arched feeling him fill her, fastening his pace with each savage pace. She cried out with deep lust his name, clawing her nails on his back, holding him to the bed as she kissed him fiercely.

A/N: Thanks to all my readers, reviewers, everyone who's followed and favorited this, I really appreciate and last but certainly not the least, my awesome Beta Reader Mimi Dubois who if you can, please read her fic Faith For Duty, she has written an amazing romance of epic proportions and her research for it is impecable.

As for AOC obeisance, it is all reported by Eustace Chapuys who said that AOC was so in awe of Katherine Howard that she felt so "insignifcant" to her. This is taken directly from "The Later Career of Eustace Chapuys as Imperial Ambassador"; a dissertation written in 1929 at the Univerisy of Texas at Austian.
As for if this really happened, there is only Eustace Chapuy's words to take into account, bias as it is there are others that did report on Lady Anne of Cleves and Katherine in good terms with each other and even dancing during the Christmas after Katherine became Queen. I obviously changed the date Kitty became Queen.

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