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Kat Ashley took her young charge's hand as Margery's body was taken from the room.

Elizabeth, normally so composed and reserved, had sobbed quietly as her little sister's body was tugged from her arms.

The guards had now entered the room.

"The cakes were poisoned," Elizabeth murmured as she looked down at the floor. "Margery was the only one who ate one though…"

"No, Your Highness," Kat looked angry now. "Only one of the cakes was poisoned…the one you were meant to eat…"

Elizabeth's eyes widened as Kat raised her free hand and pointed a trembling finger…at Catherine Brandon.

"It was her," the governess's voice grew hard.

Before Catherine could protest, the guard's seized her and began to escort her from the room.

"What will happen to her?" Elizabeth asked as Catherine started to protest, shouting that she had done nothing, that they were making a mistake.

"She will be taken to the Tower," Kat explained, not wanting to go into explicit detail. "She is a noblewoman, so she will not be tortured."

'Perhaps not yet,' she added inwardly. She was shrewd enough to know that King Henry would take no attempt on one or both of his children's lives lightly. Particularly not when it was his daughter who would, God willing, one day be the Queen of France.

Elizabeth was only a girl, so she would never be as prized as her younger brothers, but she was still precious.

Kat had a penchant for knowing things she wasn't supposed to. And while King Henry loved to cast himself as being torn apart by the loss of his beloved wife Anne, Elizabeth's mother, the princess's governess knew the dark side of the story. She also knew that had Anne lost her twin sons, the king would have possibly cast her aside and marry Jane Seymour anyway, with no regard for what the arrangement would do to Elizabeth.

He had branded one daughter a bastard. Surely, he would do so again with no regrets.

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George felt his heart sink as he read the letter from William Stafford.

"What is it, husband?" Jane asked as she caught sight of George's face, which had been drained completely of color.

"Harry…" George bit his lip and wrapped an arm around Jane's shoulders.

"George?" Jane was becoming frightened. "What is it?"

"Harry is…" the Duke of Wiltshire let out a gasp. "…has died…"

Tears filled Jane's eyes as her hands flew over her mouth.

"What happened?" she asked when she could finally speak.

"Harry was murdered," George's voice shook with fury and grief. "Poison."

"Oh my-" Jane buried her face in her husband's chest, her tears soaking his doublet. "Who did it?"

"He doesn't know," George's brows knitted together as his expression became cold and livid. "But I think I know who had a hand in it."

George kissed his wife's head and made his way to the door.

"Where are you going?" she asked, the stony demeanor further unsettling her.

"I have had enough of dancing around this matter," George growled, "No more of this. I intend to expose them for the vile monsters they are."

"George, what are you-"

"I will be back shortly," George interrupted. "I will explain later, but the time is short and I must act now before it's too late."

"George!"

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King Henry could feel the tears traveling from his eyes as a wave of sadness washed over him.

His sweet little Margery was dead. And worst of all, so was his precious little prince Harry.

Harry had been so like him…the living image of his father…

Just like she had said…

He felt another stab of grief as he remembered his lost love, who had sacrificed herself to ensure the safe birth of their little miracles. One of whom he was sure had now joined her in Heaven.

"I know you will take all care of our boy, my love," he murmured as he looked upward. "But I confess…I wish he had been here with me longer."

It was not entirely a selfish wish, he reasoned. Harry had been so young and full of life. And Anne had willingly allowed the circumstances that had brought about her death to ensure that Harry, and Geoffrey as well, could live on. She had been a good mother right to the end.

Geoffrey…

Immediately the king was beside himself with worry. Harry had been killed, but what of Geoffrey? And now that he thought of her, Elizabeth?

Elizabeth had been forced to watch Margery die before her. And Geoffrey…Geoffrey!

Clearly someone was on a mission to murder his children…Geoffrey could be next!

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Jane let out an inconsolable wail as she fell to her knees.

Her daughter…dead…

Her darling little Margery, a sweet girl who had been her perfect little princess, with a heart as golden as her hair…

Dead. All because of Elizabeth's carelessness.

How had her idiot sister failed to kill the bastard?

"How could you let this happen?" she screamed, now throwing herself at her sister.

Elizabeth Seymour had no chance to react before her sister's frame collided with her own and the pair crashed to the floor.

Jane began to attack like a madwoman, raking her fingernails across the flesh of Elizabeth's cheeks before twisting her blood-covered fingers in her sister's blonde hair, which had come free of her head-covering when she fell to the floor, and began yanking.

Elizabeth's screams mingled with those of the queen as several strands were torn from her scalp.

Several ladies hurried in, summoned by the sounds. What they saw terrified them beyond all reason.

Jane was now sitting upon Elizabeth Seymour's chest, her hands striking her hapless victim's face again and again.

"Murderer!" she yelled repeatedly. "My sister is a murderer! She killed Margery! She'll kill again, she will!"

Henry, who had been just outside of the queen's apartments, raced in as well. He should have known his wife would be grief-stricken. After all, Margery had been her daughter.

"Jane!" he immediately came to his wife's side and pulled her from her sister.

His sweet Jane looked entirely foreign to him now; her normally immaculate golden hair was matted and tangled, her normally pale complexion was flushed and blotchy. Her radiant blue eyes were red and appeared more like those of a deranged creature than a delicate English rose.

"She did it!" Jane's cries became more animalistic as she raised her blood-stained hands, which had traces of Elizabeth's hair beneath her fingernails. "Elizabeth did it! She killed Margery! She killed her!"

"Sweetheart, stop it!" Henry quickly wrapped an arm around his frantic wife and began attempting to shush her. "You are behaving irrationally. Stop it. Stop."

"She did it! She killed her!" Jane's shouts echoed off the walls. "She did it! She did! Margery is dead because of her! She did it!"

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Alright, that was chapter 33, everyone. I hope you all enjoyed this update, and the next one will be out on Monday, September 7th. Until then, everyone.