A/N: I do not own the Tudors but I do own Elisabeth aka Theodora Rose Hastings.

Summary: Never ever in my wildest dreams… Damn that dream!

Cast: [Katherine of Aragon, King Henry VIII], Princess Mary Tudor, Charles Brandon, Mary Tudor (Countess of Suffolk), OC

There was a woman on the battlefield, her golden hair was wet, and her icy blue eyes were boring right into me, her flow-y white dress was absorbing all the blood. She smiled, "Come to the Riverbank, Childe of My Blood," she spoke in that melodious voice of hers, "I am in need of your help,"

I woke up with a jolt, "Urgh, that dream again, I might as well listen."

And this was what bought me, Theodora Rose Hastings, to the Riverbank, I felt something calling to me, so I went, and then…

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…I drowned.

Yeah. Yippee! Then, I realized I was being born. I'll save you from the horrifying details, but I did understand that I had been reincarnated with memories from my previous life. I would now have to live through a baby's life again, with an adult mind.

"Well?" A very impatient male's voice asked.

"It's a daughter, Your Majesty," Your Majesty? So, I'm a Princess now? Nice.

Another woman started speaking after a few footsteps, "I'm sorry it wasn't a son, Henry," I take that back. I'm a Princess in a time when girls were less wanted than boys, I'm also the daughter of some King Henry.

"It's alright, Catalina, really, may I hold her?" Woah, woah, woah, I remember only one King whose wife was 'Catalina'. Uh-oh, I'm the daughter of a wife-murdering tyrant and possible Bloody Mary!

"Of course," and thus, I saw Daddy-dearest, he wasn't that fat [yet] and had a very athletic build, warm blue eyes and reddish-gold hair.

"She looks like Mother, so much, can we name her Elizabeth? With the 's' in place of the 'z', that way a bit of your mother's name can also be there, what do you say?"

"Elisabeth Tudor. I like it." 'Mother' decided.

"My Tudor Rose," Either Henry VIII is awesome at nicknames or Fate decided to mess with me, going from Theodora Rose Hastings to Tudor Rose.

My baby brother is dead.

And Mary will be born in a few months.

Oh, I'm almost two years old.

Did you want to know what they called me on my christening?

'Her Royal Highness, Princess Elisabeth Margaret Tudor, daughter of Their Majesties, King Henry VIII and Queen Katherine of Aragon.' Later, my parents [might as well get used to it] were announced, for some reason, 'Henry Rex and Katherine, the Quene.' Ancient guys have spelling issues.

If you guessed correctly, then I was born in 1514.

Over the years, I have formed a strong bond with Mary, and – yep! – I'm overprotective, have been since Henry's [Duke of Cornwall] death. I really, really, love Mother, but I'm a total daddy's girl. For some reason though, he always kept on teaching me Politics and Business and 'Kingly Stuff'. I, being my awesome self, learn quickly and make decisions that make him proud, as if he thinks I'm his Heiress.

Then, he formally invested me Princess of Wales when I was six, and I realized that from then on, I was his Heiress; I made sure Mary came with me to Ludlow when she turned six.

In Ludlow, I did 'Princely Stuff' and had my formal education – it was awfully boring, but going to Court every Christmastide made it up.

Then one fine day, in 1525, I and Mary were awaiting Mother to come.

Along with Mother, there were Lord and Lady Suffolk, Thomas More and Wolsey.

When Mary and I were about to give [read: show off; because we're Tudors] our perfected curtsy, everyone kneeled before me and my mother announced, "The King is dead! Long live the Queen!"

The people of my household kneeled too, "Long Live Queen Elisabeth Tudor!" What!? I'm an eleven-year-old who hates sewing! How can I become Queen? This is not supposed to happen! He dies in 1547, not 1525! That's 23 years early! Hello, history, you there?

"I bid you rise." They followed my orders, because, even as a child I had shown to take after my father, and saying 'no' to Henry VIII was unacceptable blasphemy, plus, I was Queen now too. "My lady Mother, Lord and Lady Suffolk, Princess Mary, follow me; Sir Thomas, Cardinal Wolsey, you may enter and get some refreshments, the rest of you – you may go back to what you were doing." I turned around and went to the Meeting Room.

I showed everyone that the Tudor Temper {Yes, it requires a capital 'T'} could blast any moment by throwing open the door with a lot of force.

Once it was locked, I asked, "How did this happen? Father was in perfect health."

"He fell in a ditch of mud." The Lady Suffolk, my Aunt Mary explained.

"Does he not take four groomsmen with him always?"

"They were afraid to touch the King, as they said."

"Afraid to touch the King? They were AFRAID TO TOUCH THE KING?" I, in my infinite anger at their sheer idiocy, roared, "Did they not think about what would happen? Or understand that they didn't lift a finger to save their King? Where are those moronic idiots?" 'Henry VIII fell in a ditch in 1525 because of a break in his lance', some Moody guy had saved him…maybe that guy wasn't there this time, or too late.

"They are currently in the Tower; everyone is awaiting orders from the new sovereign." Mother said.

"We will be riding to London, and Mary will be invested 'Princess of Wales'; but we have another problem: Fitzroy. People won't like a woman on the Throne." Wait, "Is there any way we can make him swear eternal loyalty to the Crown?"

"How much did Harry teach you? You're already as smart as a sovereign of age." Well, I am mentally thirty years of age, and have thoroughly read through English policies in my first life.

"Enough for me to be able to do something so that we don't plunge into another Civil War or have a Succession crisis," I muttered back, "I know what happened with Matilda." Here I took a deep breath, "We will travel to Richmond Palace, and then the Court will be in mourning for twenty days."

"And your coronation?" Mary asked the million dollar question.

"Will take place after the mourning period is over."

"You are quite insistent on following every single thing your father did when our father died, that is nice," Lady Suffolk said.

"I fully intend to follow proper protocol. Now then; the order of horses? And I will be riding astride."

"Riding how?" Mother all but shrieked.

"English people don't welcome Queens very much, and I intend to be welcomed so, yes, riding astride will give enough of a message. Also, Uncle Charles, I want to be present at every single Privy Council meeting."

I have to admit, Mary was a smart kid, "We have to move fast, and the fact that our King is dead cannot travel abroad quickly. Who knows what France would do when they find out that our King is dead?"

"Probably stage an invasion,"

I went out, "Cardinal Wolsey, Sir Thomas," I greeted.

I heard murmurs of 'Your Majesty' everywhere.

"Lady Salisbury?"

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Walk with me."

"Of course, Majesty,"

And so we took off to the gardens for a walk, but Salisbury knew what those words meant, they meant 'I want to talk to you in private'; she wasn't raised as a Princess of England for nothing.

"Lady Salisbury, though we both know the answer to this question, what is your ancestry?"

If she was perturbed by the question, she didn't show it; just a blank face, "I am the daughter of George, Duke of Clarence and Isabel Neville, the granddaughter of Richard, Duke of York and Cecily Neville, and Richard Neville, Earl of Warwick, known as 'The Kingmaker' and Anne de Beauchamp."

"Indeed, as such you are a Plantagenet Princess of England, yes?"

"I am not, Your Majesty, I am merely the Countess of Salisbury." Firm woman, she's trying to save herself so she isn't killed to secure the Throne, God knows my family has done that quite a bit, her brother was killed for the same reason so she is right to worry.

"I would like it if you travelled with us to Richmond with the Royal party. Also, what do you have to say about the Earldom of Warwick?"

"Your Majesty is granting me a great honour; the Earldom of Warwick belonged to my late brother."

"Who died without heirs," I hope she could see where I was going with this.

"I do not understand, Your Majesty," darn right, you do!

"I mean, I wish to give you the title of Countess of Warwick, if you accept of course,"

"Your Majesty is giving too much, I cannot accept." More like you don't want to be considered a major Yorkist power, or considered a backstabber, that's what your grandfather was associated with. Or a threat, like your brother. I can respect you wanting to keep your reputation clean.

"Very well," I nodded, "Come,"

I moved towards the stables.

"Ready a horse for myself, Princess Mary and Lady Salisbury and ready Dowager Queen Katherine's, the Lord and Lady Suffolk's, Ser Thomas More's and Cardinal Wolsey's horse," I commanded the stable boy.

Once the horses were ready, the order of the Royal party.

"Her Majesty will be at the front, Princess Mary will follow a pace behind, followed by the Dowager Queen, then the Lady Suffolk as she is Princess of England by birth, then Lord Suffolk a pace behind Lady Suffolk, I will follow next, after which Ser Thomas and Cardinal Wolsey would come." Salisbury explained. And so, we rode into the streets of London, being welcomed by a crowd – Mary and I were popular.

I told the herald to announce us, "Announcing, Her Majesty Queen Elisabeth!" I walked out in front. Then everyone else was announced; everyone understood one thing: the King was dead. They had a Queen now.

And those idiots who think women can't rule or that I'm 'just a child' will find out that I am not a pawn to be played with.

I am Elisabeth Tudor and I will not be played with.

They will know why we – Tudors – were the ones with the firmest hold on England till now.

Dramatic much? Well, what can I say? Tudors tend to have a flair for dramatics. And eleven years as one definitely boosted my ego and flair for dramatics.

At the coronation, I wore purple, gold and white fabric, with the orb, sceptre and crown of kingship carried before me; after all the needed things for a coronation, the Archbishop presented me, "Sirs, here present is Elisabeth, rightful and undoubted inheritrix by the laws of God and man to the crown and royal dignity of this realm of England, France and Ireland, whereupon you shall understand that this day is appointed by the peers of this land for the consecration, injunction and coronation of said most excellent Princess Elisabeth; will you serve at this time, and give your wills and assent to the same." Then, they swore fealty to me and the crown. I could see Mother crying tears of joy out of the corner of my eye.

Epilogue:

Elisabeth Tudor was considered the greatest monarch England ever had. She reclaimed Aquitaine and Normandy from France, signed a peace-treaty with Spain, the Holy Roman Empire, and Scotland and was the first female English royal to have her husband take her name. From then on, she abolished the male primogeniture rule, stating that whoever was older gets the crown; she also wrote a law stating that any man who married the Queen Regnant of England would have to take her name. Thus, the Tudor Dynasty stands to this day; and Queen Elisabeth Tudor I is remembered in history as the monarch with a 'spine of steel' complimenting her iron will and iron fist under which she ruled her country and provinces.

A/N: How was it? *Dodges a tomato* I know I haven't updated in a long time *runs from a few pieces of furniture*, but I'm seriously out of ideas for my updated stories, and new ones keep coming into my mind but never get finished. Out of my uploaded stories, Black Secrets is the main priority, so please give some ideas! *Runs from a dragon fruit*

Also, lockdown is most probably messing with everyone's minds, so there's that. Speaking of lockdown, you should: stay safe, stay cautious, hope for a negative on the test, think positive thoughts, be thankful to food and , sanitize your hands and wear a mask. :)

This is Arty signing out!