A/N:

Hello guys sorry for the long wait, but here it is at last and the music referrence quote you will see has a lot, and I do mean a LOT with this chapter I am not kidding since if you look really closely, Thomas' mother, his memories as a child, Elizabeth, Anne and Henry all in a whole have had tough childhoods and they want to escape but can they? No, maybe not, maybe not in this life as how they feel, it was really hard getting into them, I have been getting extremely into their minds into the point of becoming them when I write about each, LOL but I guess we all have the same problem, but only for here -the story, and now on, you will see why this is relevant. And sorry guys the end is near.

Enjoy!

Thanks once again to all the great reviewers and to all those who have kept this story going, as corny as it sounds I couldn't have made this without you, and I will keep this going with yes! the third part coming next year. Sorry guys the end is near, but as here there is a twist, there will be more shocking twists, and I do mean shocking. Those who you think Will die will not exactly, and things will not be as it seems.

Chapter #23: "Sins of the Father: Through the Looking Glass of a Disturbed Mind."

"Come little, I will take the all way into a land ... of enchatment, come little children -the time's come to play, here in my land of magic " -Sarah Jessica Park [Sarah- Character], "Hocus Pocus"

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Katia von Tassel always thought –as she saw Meg– that she would somehow end up taking care of a lunatic, or be the lunatic instead. As odd and gay as it may have sounded; she knew that Meg had no more remedy but to be with somebody … anybody; even if that somebody meant a husband who could care any less about his wife's wellbeing, and more about his future son's safe birth.

She had seen it many times … with her mother. She had been a woman of great controversy over in the Netherlands. Everybody wanted to be her, and yet; nobody ever knew her. She was just like any woman in Christendom, her head so stuck in books of prayer –and in Church … whether that be Protestant or Catholic [Katia decided that they were all the same]. Her mother just in the end when she was about to receive gratification for her husband, 'like any other woman' [she thought miserably]; her husband was found to cheat on her and have many bastards lying around in the low slums of the Lower Countries. He even had the audacity to ask her to raise one of his own bastards, a little girl named Claudia; as one of his own. Her mother having no choice, she accepted; but with a price –Katia could never again see her or be made an heir to her father's fortunes. He inherited that to his bastards. Something that the people thought was most generous of him and very humble … for a father to give lands and properties on children who before they were dubbed as unholy, and illegitimate and therefore cursed to never receive anything … and yet Katia was never convinced of this.

Neither was her mother.

But did she fight? No … she stayed with her father to take care of his children, to live with his Mistresses, and for Katia to be a lonely child because his father wanted Katia to show others charity and be the one who helped the poor; while he went into more slums and had more bastards.

That was the corruption of the new Church, just like the old one –it had a vast variety of bastard scoundrels and thieves, stealing from the people's pockets so they could make more buildings while the people wallowed in misery.

It was disgusting … and to see this happening in England; was even more disgusting for Katia. She could not stand it … Anne Boleyn, Thomas Boleyn and the Queen's brother, George were all dubbed as heroes once, and now the people hated them because maybe …just maybe –they saw through them, or it was only a matter of time before the people's nature became as fickle and desperate and finding no one else to blame, they turn to the one closest at home.

'Typical for us …' –She thought sourly as she looked to the small Mara Roper, sleeping peacefully in her bed. She was so beautiful and yet she was so disturbed, had been through so much and had to stand with a mother who was going crazier each day, and a baby brother whom Katia had dreams –that he would never be born. The Duke had exerted too much pressure on Margaret to bear a living male heir for 'him' to inherit his Dukedom to his firstborn male offspring; but it was just impossible for her at the same time to do so much with such weight of worry that the Duke Locksley put on his wife's shoulders.

God knew that the girl already had a father in prison, a daughter who was away from her, a son who hated her for not standing up –and on top of it all; a half-brother who would be nothing short of 'cruel' to cut his and her father's head in a swift second as soon as the guilty verdict were delivered to him by the Judges of the soon-to-be-martyr Thomas More.

Katia smiled at that little girl, it reminded her of Meg when she was not crazy, or worried or pretty much like she was now. When she was still Meg More-Roper; a girl of many dreams and hopes for the future.

But that girl was no more –and in her place stood a ghost, a hag and a crone. –Wishing for death, waiting for the swift days when all of her pains would be soon gone from this world and where she could reunite with her father and her loved ones. Her true husband –William, her father Thomas More, and her mother –her natural mother– Joanne More.

1535, March 15th.

Heron States: Visitor's Quarters.

Elizabeth screamed from the top of her lungs as she felt like a knife through her heart pierce her body. "My baby … my baby!!!!!!!![Sobs]" [More sobs] there was sobbing followed by a loud woman's howl of sorrow, like a wolf she moved against her captors to push through the doors of her sister's bedroom –Cecilia Heron-More.

The news flashed through the Heron Household of Giles Heron that his sister in law had miscarried again, and it was tragedy that now made it worse –as the tidal wave of joy of what she felt was her "competitor", was now pregnant once again with the King's child; a boy surely this time to appease the King's mind for the loss of all his children by his previous and present wife.

But to Cecilia this only meant tragedy and grief for Elizabeth Dauncy-More; she had worked so hard to bring the King a son, even if he was illegitimate, and now because of actions with the King; the rest of her children lay dead. Of the sweating disease –cloistered and sheltered from the outside world, until they could die in peace; or born dead like her latest delivery … a dead child, a girl with no eyes and hair, an abomination.

Elizabeth screamed to the top of her lungs; but it was no use, there was nobody coming to greet her, or kiss her cheeks and tell her it was alright; that was reserved for Meg, 'little miss Perfect' –Elizabeth thought with envy, who had a title and a father who loved her and would die for her; while for her there was no one … not even a husband who loved her so.

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Mary, Meg's daughter as she was called by her Aunt, noticed that a gentleman nearby her Aunt carried a dead baby in her hands. She was told it was nothing for her to worry about, that it was none of her business; but it was! Why did everybody had to treat her like a child! She was not a child anymore, not since her mother married that Duke and her caretaker Anne had suffered through so many miscarriages, and seen the people revolt against their once beloved Queen … and her grandfather, on top of it all, in prison just because he was not afraid of expressing his beliefs! He was going to be condemned and killed just like her mother when she married that man! But if she could only go to the Queen and tell her Majesty to free her grandfather; she could grant him peace and another chance at living to make amends for all the crimes he committed against the Protestant Faction. It was of the utmost important that Mary got to her caretaker, the Queen; as soon as possible.

'But how?' –She thought annoyed, wondering how it was possible that her Aunt Cecilia kept her here at bay for so long; when God knew that she was so faithful to the Queen and to be here with her Aunt Cecilia –her mother's youngest and impetuous sister– who hated her mother's old guts, and her grandfather's; was just as frustrating as being in Court with men who were practically intolerant as the Old Faith they so condemned.

She hated being stuck in the body of a seven year old, why it was so frustrating for her of these happenings, and then her uncle Giles Heron; who had sworn the Queen that when she would take care of Mary, that he would take care of her as "one of the greatest treasures of the monarchies … even as one of my own Your Majesty." –he had declared in what he called "all honesty" to the Queen. And yet he lied; since he took no remorse in mentioning how foolish her mother was for getting into trouble with the Duke by visiting her father, and how her grandfather had caused disgrace to all of the Mores and the only reason why he took care for her was because the Queen commanded it so, but she always refused to nod to those words that came out from that foul mouth.

She may have the body of a child, but like her caretaker, Queen Anne Tudor-Boleyn had said, she had the mind and spirit of any Wise-man present at Court, and her will could make others, thousands, bow before her.

1535, Hatfield:

Three Weeks later:

Anne was in outrage, she had come to the Heron States to visit her ward and soon-to-be legal daughter, Mary Roper; but all she found was a girl with bruises on her cheek and on her back. Then there were also claw marks that roamed on either side of her legs, on her small thighs and her once rosy cheeks were now stained with remnants of old blood from wounds that –no matter how hard Dr. Linacre (the Royal Physician) worked to extinguished those quickly, they refused to disappear.

Anne had asked the More sisters what had happened? But they refused to say anything beyond "the child had many accidents while she was in bed". Then there was Giles Heron who had the uptight face of any ugly Courtier who treats his daughters like rag-dolls and trades them off … like her father [traded her off –to Henry VIII].

God be praised for her knowledge, and her audacity; that Anne found out –for the greed of a maid sold off by more pounds than what she would make in a lifetime– that the "cats" of the Heron family had been laid on Mary's bed whenever she was misbehaving and since many of them were not used to the company of a "stranger" like "Meg's daughter" they obviously went into a rampage and like rabid dogs –they were responsible for making all of the awful claw marks that adorned the lower parts of her body.

She felt responsible that she had left Mary in the care of those people, but she had to! She had so many things to attend, like her sweet and caring daughter Elizabeth, her Princess and as of now Heir Presumptive; although part of her wanted her not to become the soon-to-be Duchess Of York, for that meant that she would never be Queen; but it must be done –she often told herself. 'After all', she thought –so sure of herself–, the King must "have a son …" –And she would deliver him of one. It was her duty and let the other laugh, she would have the last laugh in the end and all the others would just be fools in her Court. And they would pay for the offenses done to her and her family.

She would outsmart her father, brother and the rest of the Courtiers and come out as the true and only Queen of England, High and Mighty above all women … and men alike.

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1535, April 5th.

Heron Household:

Cecilia Heron-More was walking through the alleyway of her home, as of far no others had answered any of her questions of who might have let a slip of tongue to reach the Queen's ears. Something that she hated, for she needed no more trouble because of her sister –the Duchess of Locksley. She had trouble enough, outsmarting her father from every writing letters to her again, not that she hated her father like her older sister; but the horrified wonder that her father was not the man he swore to be, often left her in tears of regret and disappointment –for so much she had given him, and so much he had claimed to give them.

Unrewardingly she had sought her father, even when he never sought her for her to please him in anyway possible; but that was never to be so because of his sins. For what was worse she had learned through her own mother's diary, a diary that she kept hidden –even from her father; that her father had done more damage to her than what the King or Queen had ever done to her family or to Elizabeth. He had killed her! In her bed while she slept, when coming to her quarters at night she whispered 'Thomas' to her that he instead, whispered "Katherine"; and that had caused Joanne's [her mother's] madness to take possession of her heart and soul.

Her will had been diminished, and the child-like face that adorned her features, had turned into that of a hag, disappearing forever…

That was what her father was, a destroyer, a conqueror, no better than other Kings or Courtiers in the rest of the world … he too, had his harem of women, his own affairs, his own selling of daughters, and his own to beat at his will.

Another thing that Thomas had killed, she no longer called him 'father' after this; was her stepmother. She had given scarcely any contempt against her own father, any rage or any remorse, but in the end it was killing her from the bottom of her insides that her husband had not loved her! And she raged against her own self that this was her fault. But it was not Katherine's as she once thought; it was her father's.

Her little girl was tottering on her own now, unsupported by strong arms, and the child's face was under fatigue by half-closed eyes and she was dragging herself pathetically behind her sluggish and very pale and thin legs –that her own mother [Cecilia] had no choice but to grab her, and drag her, to the procession of the small Mass and Prayer room of where it lay next to her room.

"Tot … I hope you never get to meet your grandfather." –she said in quiet voice as her daughter fidgeted in her mother's arms. But the child, whose ears were as keen as any sneaky Courtier, had heard. Wishing she was "Meg's daughter" she could do nothing but obey her mother, and her own God, but often she wondered if there was something more [Out there].

Here the husband and mother of two children –that now lay buried beneath their grounds– were sitting gallantly erect on their chairs, with their live ones. Waiting for the Lord to speak to them, –as it had spoken to them long ago, when their family was still safe from the outside world.

[Past]

1491.

John More's Household: Wife and son outside their Household's Gardens.

"Thomas" A man's voice thundered through the rough winds, looking for something that was his; he was looking for the property that his wife had brought him since 11 years ago when she bore him to this world. Thomas More, his eleven year old son. Waiting for the boy had caused most of his migraine to increase his problems; he had prayed –to God and the Devil–for a son, and finally … they had given him one; one to fulfill his ambitions and to leave to him the greatest possibilities untouchable by any common man, but nay … Thomas was not a common man, nor the boy would ever be; he would reach the sky and make thing happened that were beyond the reach and dreams of his father and family.

He would make John's name and Household proud, all of them; even if he had to beat the boy with a rod and take him away from all childish needs and … fun –he would do it, to make John Moore's future legacy a 'dream come true' from all the hardships his family had brought unto England and unto the 'new' so called King of England.

Ha! King of England, bullocks! The man was not even a gentleman, much less a commander and leader of his Country! He was as plain and ugly as any countrymen or gentle commoners roaming around in the poor streets of London. What made the people think that he could be a good leader or that his son –and heir– could be one that they hoped for? They were pathetic, the whole lot of Tudors. He did right in hiding the "Princess in the Tower" at his House and raising them with Thomas. That way the boy would have serious playmates and less time for silly games, the boy needed to grow up and if suffering was what he needed, he would do so.

In another corner, where his father could not find him, or her "husband"; John's wife –Agnes Grainger-More. She sat down next to her child –her beautiful child made to perfection by the nature she worshiped, Thomas, a sweet name; yet –she often thought– a "Christian" name that his father had given him. Not a worthy and deserving name for such a pure child, untainted by the blackness of men's heart, her Thomas More. Her Galahad, a true Welsh name from the old people that used to live here, before the unfaithful Gaul-men turned Christian French that came from Normandy to ravage the land of her ancestors, and the Angles, Saxon and Jutes that were nothing more than scum compared to her old Gods and pagan myths of centuries of loving tradition by the Celt and the old Welsh folk.

Traditions, that she felt, were the only legacy that she could leave on to her son; and then him to pass unto his family, when ever he would decide to settle down and be a good man, unlike his father.

"Galahad … [laughter from both mother and son]" –Her son perked up once more as mother gave unto him a small medal, but upon him receiving her "gift", his father came and brusquely took it away from him, smashing his "gift" on the wall from outside his home.

"Papa!" – "Papa ... !!" He called to John More, but John More brusquely told Thomas in a raised and grave voice to go back inside. His son obeyed him, the boy knew it was not a question; it was an order! And he had no choice but to obey his Papa, for business could go worse for him if he even went against his orders. He had seen how it was for other youngsters his age who went against their fathers; they had received beatings –and some, had been dragged mercilessly to watch as their fathers beat other boys, making them feel guilty for their 'sins', for in their hands lied the wellbeing of another boy, whether servant or their equals.

"How dare you hide that from me! Give that to Thomas?" –He called after his wife, Agnes, a dear and passive woman of Welsh ancestry, somewhat like John –raised in the same Household. But with a mind more open to other ideas that she wished often to instill upon Thomas-Galahad her son. Growing on the sharp edge of her father's strictness and close minded religion, who offered nothing more than to burn innocents to the stake. She bowed her head before their God, before Christ; but never before their beliefs. Inside she believed none of those bullocks that they taught in Church!

She had her own, and she knew Tommie would one day have his own too, and valiant enough to fight for those beliefs, unlike her. But like her, she hoped; he would dare to have some judgment to do what was best for him and his family, devoid of any fanaticism or stupidity like his father.

"Mother!" He wanted to scream down to help her, but he could not! His father would murder him and his mother's eyes that saw through Thomas' or Galahad [as she called him] stricken face told him that she would be more disturbed, or, disappointed, if she saw her son doing something she considered foolish. He could not afford to disappoint his mother.

But he would fight for her; he knew he had to as his duty to her as her son and her loyal protector.

Tower of London

[Present]

As the miles of his mind were covered by more pain and suffering, hidden memories that came from nowhere until now, did Thomas realized how much he had disappointed his mother –for being a fool in the end– by going against her most precious beliefs and what she tried to teach him, before his father intervened.

"Mama! Mama! … Please Papa … do not let mama die … she is not a witch!" –A young boy he recalled had screamed so many times, wishing his voice would be heard, and when it was not, it died down and turned into something else … nothing; and later on when there was no mother to console him –he grew up, becoming a lawyer. –Wishing to appease the King he became a representative for his Church, burning seven innocents to the stake for beliefs that went against his own.

His father going behind his back; he watched as he processed his mother into the chambers, where his book told him how to punish those that were unworthy and unhole-undeserving of the Lord Jesus Christ's grace for Salvation. Vindicated by the fact that his wife had done her duty to God and Christ, to 'him' [Thomas misserably thought] giving him a son, his conscience had cleared quite rapidly, reminding him that a new day had come to pass and now he was "free" to remarry and raise his son as he pleased; teaching him the good values of Christ and Family morals.

And behind all this, he could hear his mother's regretful voice for having him; feel her tears running against his cheek as she spoke spare words that did nothing more but make him feel worse than the vermin he already thought he had become. In these last months as he reviewed his life, he realized how much madness he had caused, how much suffering for his family, and how much waste feelings of joy he had had for Katherine, –while two wives who needed him the most lay at bay, waiting for his presence. But he had never showed up for them.

In an epitaph that he wrote -seconds ago before his nightmares about his mother- where he revived his most darkest memories from the most obscure places of his mind, where all the demons of lies and cheat lied; he declared that of all his wives, he could not decide which [Joanne or Alice] he loved the most, whether it was Joanne for bearing him four wonderful children, or Alice for being a good substitute mother for his children, -and, he further declared, that if it was possible to God, that they would all be reunited in Heaven.

A/N:

Hey guys hoped u liked the chapter now what I meant in deaths is not everything is at seems like, and to this I put in the clue in Thomas' mother, regardless to say I have said enough, you know that John More died in this AU by the time before Mary Tudor, that is Princess of Wales Mary Tudor before she was disowned from her father, refused to be recognized as his daughter and of her title since her legitimacy was not recognized and also doubted she was Henry's daughter from Isabella's previous marriage; so John died before Mary reached the age of five. So he died much, much earlier than on original history, basing myself also on the show where there is no John More by the time of 1521, so basing myself on that, he died before that. And Thomas' mother, Agnes Grainger-More; is relevant to Thomas' haunting and nightmares where he remembers before making his epitaph, sorry guys but the end is nearing, yes you will cry for Thomas More and Anne Boleyn but remember! Nothing is as it seems, things will be slightly different, there will be a twist you will see!
As for his mother, yes she died and here you see how I imply how she died, and how the referral as her as a witch for wanting to teach her son different ... lead to ...

R/R.