Queen's Chambers, Edinburgh Castle, Scotland

July 31st 1503

Queen Mary POV

I find out my stepmother, Queen Persephone of England gave birth to four princes and a princess. She succeeded and I am glad as I did not want to hear of father executing her because she did not birth a son.

I am seven months with child and I know that there is a pressure for me to give my husband, James an heir to the throne and ever since they heard that my stepmother gave birth to five healthy babes, the court lets their opinion be known.

I hear my sister; Queen Margaret of Asturias is seven months along as well and she has the same pressure.

I hope we both have heirs for our husbands' thrones, lest that we be discarded like trash and our children declared illegitimate for a political alliance.

I know John probably loves Margaret but James it seems does not want to give our relationship, our marriage a chance. He flaunts his lovers around and says he will stop once I give birth to a son and heir to the throne of Scotland.

God, please let me birth the next King of Scotland as I wish for a loving marriage, not a loveless one. I want James to be proud to call me his Queen and wife but he has yet to show that.

I go to bed and hope for the best possibility, even if I do not make it afterwards, at least I will have given James a son, James V.

Outside the Queen's Chambers

September 3rd 1503

King James IV POV

I pace as I hear my wife scream, not knowing whether or not she birthed my son and heir or just a princess.

Then an hour later, I hear multiple cries from babies. One of them must be a son and I go into my wife's chambers and see that she has birth not one but three princes and a princess.

''Our sons shall be named Crown Prince James, Prince of Stirling, Prince Arthur (looks like Henry VIII), Duke of Ross, and Prince Robert (looks like Arthur Tudor), Duke of Perth. Our princess shall be named Princess Elizabeth of Scotland.'' I say, kissing my wife lovingly as she has given me my heir and spares and a bonnie princess.

''As you wish my husband and King.'' Mary says and I see how much I have hurt her as I see and hear the hurt in her eyes and voice.

''My Queen, I am so sorry for how I have treated you. Please know that it was not you. I had been in love with someone that I thought perhaps your father would allow me to marry as a sign of peace.'' I tell Mary.

''Who is she?'' Mary asks.

''My secret wife until her death was Edith Howard. She gave me Princess Margaret and died soon after so a sister or a cousin of hers.'' I say as on September thirteenth of 1502, my wife who I wished to marry publicly gave me our blonde Scottish princess and died of childbed fever. The fact I wished to marry another Howard was shot down and Princess Mary Tudor was placed as my Queen.

''I am sorry that you could not choose. I know my stepmother wouldn't have gone through with it had she known.'' Mary says.

I nod as I heard that King Henry VII and Queen Persephone married for love, not politics.

Oh, how I wish it had been like that from the start for my bride and I as she would not have been hurt my me by my stubborn wounded heart as I had begun to fall in love with Odette Howard.

But now I see that I could never have married her as a princess of England was always my destined bride who would provide me my heir.

Howard Manor, Skye, Scotland

September 10th 1503

Maria Howard POV

I greet my best friend, Andrew Johnson as he comes to visit me to tell me something couldn't in a letter. Before I can make sense of anything, Andrew steals my purity and leaves me in bed and having to change as he ripped my clothing.

After he tells everyone that we had lain together, I am made to marry him and become Lady Maria Johnson nee Howard, even if I do not wish to marry him.

As he is the Earl of Skye, he needs heirs and I blank out every time he lays with me for I shall lose my sanity if I do not.

I do not sleep in the same room as he does as I want nothing to do with him and he knows it too. Too bad there is not a way to get away from him. But then I think maybe as soon as I birth a son, I can subtly poison him as my mother gave me a poison that shall not give any signs as she made sure to get something that would not imprison me.

But then I think I cannot wait and he passes away three months after our ''wedding''.

December 11th 1503

I am with child and ''grieving'' for my ''husband'' when instead, I am inwardly happy and I am wed to Lord Samuel Williams.

Samuel treats me like royalty and loves me no matter my history and that unfortunately, he is not my first.

I wish to have a girl so his son shall be the next Earl of Skye as it has ben passed to me until I deliver a son.

A/N I feel sorry for the women back in those times as if they were unwed, they had to marry their attackers and if they were married, unless the husband stepped in and saw the assault, they were thought of as unfaithful.