A/N: I realised this morning that I had completed chapter three of this story, and I thought why not update it as well, for you all to enjoy.

This chapter is a little filler more than anything else, yet still it has some important developments to lead up to later chapters which will be much more important.

I would like to make a little note in regards to a reviews I got regarding Anne's wealth. I know that Anne as the Marquess of Pembroke was given an exubarent amount of money, and as such that she was not and would not be poor by any regards. However she has just seen her brother and three others lose their heads for a crime they did not commit, she also nearly lost her head, and was banished, her marriage annulled and her daughter made a bastard. As such I think it is reasonable to assume that while she does have her money from her title as a Marques she knows better than anyone that what Henry can give he can also take away, and that is why she is choosing to be more careful with her money, just in case Henry does decide to take it all away from her.

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Chapter three:

June 22nd 1536

Whitehall Palace, London

Henry looked at his chancellor standing before him with a slightly impatient look upon his face, while it was true that he was the King and had much matters to deal with in regards to his country, it was also true that he was a newly married man, and he also had duties in providing the realm with an heir, as it currently stood his only legacy was two illegitimate daughters, both who often proved themselves to be more trouble than they were worth.

" Thomas, What news do you have for me?" Henry questioned, his anxiousness to leave his meeting with Cromwell all to clear in his voice.

" Your Majesty has received a letter from the Emperor, congratulating your new marriage. Since he see no further impediment, he writes that he is very anxious to create a new accommodation with Your Majesty."

" Good," Henry said nodding his head, he had more than expected letter from Spain and France both, with Katherine dead and Anne out of the picture, neither of his rival monarchs had reason to be in disagreement with him, Henry just hoped that the Emperor did not once again begin pushing for Mary's reinstatement now that his marriage to Anne had been decreed null and void. " What else?"

Cromwell looked at Henry slightly nervously as he inspected the second letter in his hand, he was not quite sure how the King would respond to a letter from his eldest daughter, nor how he would respond to her words, " The Lady Mary has also written to you, Majesty."

" What does she want?" Henry all but growled out between clenched teeth. His relationship with his eldest daughter had been nothing but strained for years now, once she had been the pearl of his world, and while he still loved her dearly for whatever she had done against him she was still his daughter and his eldest child, her insolence was beginning to become intolerable, he could not imagine what other nations must say of his relationship with Mary, how was it that a King and Father could not make his own child obey his decrees and wishes. How was he suppose to be seen to rule a country if he could not even control his daughter.

" She writes, that it is time now to forget the unhappy past, she begs to be taken by your Majesty's forgiveness and humbly beseeches you to remember that I am a humbled woman and your child." Truthfully Cromwell did not know what response to expect from Henry, he knew that the King wanted his daughter to relent, to sign the oath and declare herself a bastard, yet still the girl was his child, and there was no doubting that if pushed, perhaps by Queen Jane, the king may be persuaded to take Mary back into his fold. Cromwell personally did not want the Lady Mary welcomed to court, especially not if she refused to sign the oath, she no doubt hated him and saw him as a heretic, she had been raised a catholic Princess, and therefore she was a danger to all who believed in England's reformation, him especially.

" Ill never take her back," Henry responded, and it took all of Cromwell's strength to not sigh in relief, " Not until she first submits herself to me on the subject of her mothers marriage and the supremacy. You'll send her the delegation of it, if she truly wants to the forget the unhappy past, the she can start by signing it."

" Majesty," Cromwell said bowing his head and preparing to be dismissed.

" Was there nothing else?" Henry questioned, a slight air of hope in his voice. He had at the very least expected a letter of progress regarding Elizabeth or even Anne's pregnancy, he had expected his former wife to write to him, it was just something Anne would do. She was never known for following orders, or obeying his wishes, not like Jane, Jane who would do everything he wished without a single complaint, perhaps if Anne had of been more like his beloved Jane then… no he mustn't think of such things, Anne Boleyn was a liar and a whore, it would not do well for him to dwell on her or her bastards.

" No Your Majesty," Cromwell responded looking quite confused, as if he could not possibly fathom who else the King would wish to here from.

Henry just nodded his head, trying to get his thoughts away from Anne Boleyn and towards Jane, yet when he tried to forget about Anne he could not help but be reminded of Elizabeth, oh there was no doubting his daughters parentage only a fool would claim she was not his, yet perhaps in letting Elizabeth have her mother, he had robbed her of her father, it was not his daughters fault her mother was who she was, yet still he did not think he could stomach the sight of her. She was too much like Anne; he would forever be reminded of what Anne had done to him, whenever he looked at their daughter.

24th of June 1536

Pembroke Castle, Wales

" Bound to obey and serve," Anne said quietly rolling the words around upon her lips with a slight smile, " How fitting."

Nan made no response to her mistresses' words; she never quite knew how Anne would respond when they were bought some small piece of gossip from court.

" When I was his queen I was the most happy, now he has some dull obedient wench, I wonder if he feels as if all of his dreams have finally come to pass," Katherine and I were never dull nor obedient, we did not serve.

" My Lady please," Nan said with worried eyes, " You never know who could be listening."

Anne had the grace to look slightly ashamed in response to Nan's warning. It was hard for her sometimes to remember to keep calm and reserved, especially with her pregnancy her emotions where always out of control. She still had not quite gotten used to her new situation, nor her promise to make sure she kept herself out of trouble for Elizabeth and the baby's sakes.

When people addressed her simply as My Lady, or Madam, she had to often fight the urge to scream at them and demand the respect she deserved as Queen, when people addressed her daughter as Lady Elizabeth it was even harder. She could not help but remember all those reports from Hatefiled she had received regarding the Lady Mary's conduct, how many times she had ordered the poor girl to be punished for her refusal to bend the knee and accept her bastard status, now Anne found herself in the same position, perhaps this was her karma.

She had forced Katherine and Mary to live as paupers when once they were royalty, now she and her daughter were forced to do the same, (While they were not poor by any means, they were still banished, banished and forgotten) while Jane Seymour and her whelps would be awarded all the curtseys and respects that had once been theirs, yet Anne could not help but think for how long. Henry had already got himself rid of an Infata of Spain, and the woman he had torn apart a country for with ease, how long would it be before he grew tired of his simpering and obedient wife. Katherine had been given twenty-four years to bear a son, Anne herself had only been given three, she could not help but wonder how long Jane Seymour would be given to bear a male heir, before Henry decided to find yet another new wife.

" Has there been any word of a pregnancy?" Anne questioned quietly, unconsciously placing a hand on her own growing belly.

" No my lady," Nan responded just as softly, Anne could see a slight smile appearing on her lips, no doubt she would be just as happy about Jane's failures as Anne herself.

Anne could not help but smile slightly at the irony of it all. Henry had made himself rid of her, because she could not give him a son, and he had married Jane in the hope that she would be able to do all that Katherine and Anne never had. Yet here Anne was heavy with Henry's child, while his queen's womb remained empty, Anne knew the two of them had only been married for not even a full month, but she had thought that the reason behind the quickness of their marriage was because Jane had found herself pregnant, and god forbid Henry have any doubt over his sweet little Jane's virtue, obviously she had been wrong, and now like everyone else she would have to play the waiting game, to see what would become of her successor.

"What of her emblem?" Anne questioned, wondering what picture Henry's new Queen would choose to represent herself. No doubt it would be something simple and dull, something with little meaning or importance, such things Anne thought would be fitting.

" A Phoenix, my lady." Nan responded softly her eyes lowered, as Anne looked at her in surprise.

" A phoenix?" Anne repeated as if she had misheard, a creature that rose from the ashes, "how fitting." Anne ground out sarcastically between clenched teeth.

How fitting indeed, Jane had risen to her status from the ashes of others, the deaths of four innocent men and the removal of her predecessor had given her a crown, yet it was Anne who had been labelled a monster.

" She is still yet to be crowned." Nan said quickly, and Anne just knew she had seen the darkness in Anne's eyes, that she had wanted to change her mistresses' thoughts.

" No," Anne responded absentmindedly, George's face, his head on a bloody block playing repeatedly in her mind, " He won't make that mistake again."

Jane would not be crowned until she delivered Henry a son; a child born from the blood of innocents.

30th of June 1536

Whitehall Palace, London

"Well sister, what news?" He still addressed her as if she were simply his sister, as if she were still the Lady Jane Seymour, and not the Queen of England. The King's most beloved wife.

She and Henry had been married for a month now, for one whole month she had been the wife and queen of the King of England, his third wife. Many called her a usurper all those that had once hated and detested Anne now hated and detested her. She tried not to think of such things, Henry loved her and the people would too once she delivered the king a son.

" News of what brother?" Jane questioned with a steely glare. Of course she knew what it was that he wanted to know, it was he who had ordered the midwife to be bought to her, even though she had never made any kind of a request for such a thing.

" Don't play stupid Jane," Thomas cut in from beside their brother, just as keen, just as eager to hear that his sister was carrying the King's child. Neither of them would be pleased with her answer, " Is there a child in your belly or no?"

" No," Jane responded evenly, and immediately their faces showed disappointment, " The King and I have been married but a month, it is still too soon.."

" Jane," Edward interrupted his voice harsh, as he moved towards her, his hands clasping firmly onto her shoulders as he came before her, " How long do you think he will give you, already they are saying he has taken a mistress."

Jane tried not to flinch at her brother's words; he spoke the truth she knew that he did. Ursula Missldon was warming her husband's bed when Jane herself was not. Yet Jane had befriended the girl, she was determined not to make an enemy of her; she would not make the same mistakes as the woman before her. She would not acknowledge nor show weakness at such things, it was her husbands right as the King of England to take a mistress, and it was her duty to obey and serve him, no matter her true feelings on the matter.

" We are just a month married, the King has not yet even inquired as to if I am with child."

" Jane don't you see if Anne Boleyn delivers a son, and you are not yet carrying the King's child all hope could be lost." Edward proclaimed, his grip on her tightening.

" The whore's child is a bastard, there is no proof it is even the King's." Jane exclaimed her voice defensive. As the words came out of her mouth she realised that she was trying to convince herself of her own words more than she was trying to convince her siblings.

" Done be so naïve Jane." Elizabeth said from across the room, Jane had almost forgot her sister was even there. She had been so quiet, " All of Europe knows that Anne Boleyn was innocent of the charges bought against her."

" No The King…"

" The King believed what he wanted to believe sweet Jane, as he always does." Thomas said his voice sweet; yet still his words left a bitter taste in her mouth.

" He labelled Katherine of Aragon a lair, and Anne Boleyn a whore, tell me sweet sister what will he have you called if you do not deliver a precious heir." Edward added, and his words left her cold.

For over two decades Henry had been married to Queen Katherine, once he had been devoted to her, once he had called himself her sir loyal heart, yet when it suited him, when he saw that she was incapable of delivering a son he cast her aside as if the past they shared was nothing to him. Anne Boleyn had had him in her grasp for over a decade, she bewitched him so much that he turned his own country on its head just for the chance to marry her, yet as with Katherine before her Anne had been unable to deliver a son, and she too had been cast aside, four had lost their heads in the process, Anne herself was only saved by a small mercy. Jane knew she had none of the history with the King as her predecessors had. She did not have decades of knowledge of him, she had been in his sights for only a few short months, and already she knew he was losing interest in her. She was dull and plain in comparison to those who had come before her. She needed a son.

" The King would not have put innocents to their deaths." Jane said firmly, yet despite the firmness of her tone, she was starting to doubt her own words.

She had been a member of Anne's household, yet the accusations against the woman had shocked even her, she had never been given reason to believe that Anne was unfaithful to his majesty, yet she had not believed that such accusations would have been made lightly.

" The King would do almost anything for an heir." Elizabeth said in response to her sister's words, and Jane knew that to be true. He had broken from Rome for Anne, and he had killed four men for Jane. Their blood was on her hands. It was a realization that made her sick to her stomach.

" Still, Anne's child would be a bastard, Henry would never welcome it as his own."

" Even if it is a son?" Edward asked his eyes locking with her own, " A boy in his very likeness?"

" It will be a bastard," Jane said again with more conviction, " Even if the whore was innocent of the charges against her, the marriage was invalid. Her children are bastards."

" Just pray for a child Jane, for the sake of us all."

1st of July 1536

Pembroke Castle, Wales

She had made sure to dress herself simply, yet elegantly all the same. The gown was one she had worn many times in the past, during the duration of her last three pregnancies. The dress was by Anne's own fashionable standards quite plain and boring, yet she had always been rather fond of it, the material was rich and brown in colour, with elaborate Tudor bell sleeves, it shaped her belly well, and she wore her hair down. Elizabeth was standing beside her, there hands entwined together, she too was dressed simply, in a gown Anne had recently made for her, it wad deep and blue in its colouring and Anne thought it suited her daughter well.

As they stood at the entrance of there home, Anne noticed that every few minutes Elizabeth would stand up on her toes and look from side to side anxiously, she was as excited as her mother, and Anne could hardly blame the girl, they had yet to have a single visitor, Mary would be their first, and with her would come her younger babes. Elizabeth no doubt would want someone to play with.

When she was Queen, new letters arrived at her door everyday, yet now very few responded to her words. She had been surprised to receive her sisters letter, Anne had played a large part in Mary's banishment, she had not expected to receive a response to her apologies, yet it seemed that the both of them had little left in the world, other than themselves and their children. There mother was a long time dead, their brother forever lost to them both, and their father in exile refusing to answer either of them, Anne had no doubt that Thomas Boleyn liked to imagine that Anne had died with George and the others, so that he did not have to face the disgrace of her alive, with her small title and her bastard child, when once he had been the father to a Queen, and grandfather to a Princess. No doubt he thought worse of her then he did Mary, Mary had caused them disgrace it was certain, but Anne, Anne had bought the end to their legacy.

When Mary arrived Anne found that her sister had not lost her looks, and as always she remained the more fertile of the two. At her breast Mary had a small infant, clutching her hand was a handsome little boy. Four children her sister had, four children to two different men, while Anne had just one, a single daughter and two dead boys, and another child in her belly. Everyday Anne prayed that the child in her belly would continue to live and thrive and that it would be the living image of the King, let them call her a whore, but there would be no doubt that her children were Tudors.

" Sister," Mary was the first to speak with a slight bend of her knee, made awkward by the babe in her hands and the boy who was all but clutching her leg. Once Anne would have been pleased to see her elder sister bow to her, yet now she got no feelings other than guilt from the action.

" Mary," Anne responded, surprised to find that there were tears in her eyes, " It is good to see you so well sister."

" And you, " Mary responded warmly, and Anne could tell that her sister too had many emotions, " All of you."

" Elizabeth, Sweetheart, " Anne said at her sisters words turning towards her daughter, it shamed her to know that Elizabeth would not remember her own aunt, and that Mary had last scene Elizabeth when she was but an infant. Anne did not even know the name of her sisters children with her new husband, " This is your aunt Mary, my sister, I doubt you remember her much."

Elizabeth smiled shyly, and dipped the knee slightly, with a muttered, "Aunt," the girl always remembered her courtesies and Anne was glad for it. Courtesy was a woman's armour; Anne had learnt that in her years both in England and abroad. Friends were not won with blunt words and threats but with fake smiles empty promises and compliments, whether deserved or not. Anne saw that now, she would make sure her daughter knew it too.

" You have grown beautiful, Elizabeth." Mary said smiling gently at her niece and Anne was glad, not for the first time, that Mary had the kindest nature of them all, Mary had always forgiven eagerly, her heart was too gentle it always had been.

Elizabeth blushed under her aunts praise as she always did when someone complemented her on her looks, the girl was young still for now she would blush and call people too kind, when she was older she would use such praise to her advantage Anne had no doubt of that.

" Thank you," Elizabeth said sweetly, before remembering her courtesies, " I think you are pretty too, my lady."

" Just Aunt will do Elizabeth." Mary replied her smile never waning.

" And these are your cousins Elizabeth…." Anne stopped short with dread realizing that she did not know the names of her sisters youngest children, Catherine and Henry she had known, she had seen them birthed and watched them grow, but Anne knew these too little ones not at all, she had hardly even known of their existence.

" Edward," Marry supplied pulling the little boy forward with a gentle nudge, yet still he made no move to remove himself from his mothers skirts, " And this is Annie."

Anne was touched by her sister's kindness, despite all the troubles that had come between them; her sister had still named her daughter for Anne. It was a kindness Anne felt she had hardly deserved.

" I am sure you will all be great friends," Anne stated her voice thick with emotion. She had gone too long without her sister and now Mary was all of her old life she had left, her father had forsaken her, and her brother was dead, Mary was all that remained and Anne was determined not to lose her again.

" Have you heard from father?" Mary asked hours later. They were seated by the fireplace in Anne's own bedchamber, Elizabeth and Edward chatted happily in a corner of the room, as Anne had suspected the two had become fast friends, and little Annie had been put to bed hours ago.

"No," Anne responded, with a cool edge to her voice. She had not thought much of Thomas Boleyn since the day she had seen him set free, when she had seen him look her in the eye and abandoned her all the same, " Have you? You are his heir now after all."

Anne regretted the last of her words immediately, George's loss was still to fresh, for the both of them it seemed, Anne had made no mention of his name yet his ghost hung between them.

" I will never be his heir, I doubt he will ever name one…."

" You are his eldest living child and you have two sons."

" He disowned me long ago Anne," Mary said softly, " He will never forgive me for marrying so low."

"Yours is not the worst dishonour that has befallen him surely, I lost a crown." And George his head.

" Yes but your children are the Kings, perhaps if the one in your belly is a son…"

" Our father will have no place in my children's life, boy or girl I will not let him use them to his own gain." Anne responded firmly, her hand falling to her stomach without much thought, " Besides they will be bastards, Elizabeth and the child in my belly, Henry does not want them, he will not even claim them as his own."

" The whole world knows that Elizabeth is the King's, the child in your belly will not doubt be the same."

" The whole of Europe calls me a whore, one of mine will never sit the throne." Henry had labelled her a whore, an adulteress, a witch and a traitor, even if he had no more children hers would never be welcomed.

" Fewer than you think, Anne do you forget why you were freed?" Mary questioned, her voice low. Good, Anne thought, she too was wary of the ears around them.

" Mercy," That was what Henry had labelled it, after he had killed her brother and the others as well, "Mercy and a father's love, that's what he said."

" It was no mercy Anne," Mary responded her voice but a whisper, " The king had no choice, the commons had raised against him calling for your freedom."

" And now they shout their love for his new Queen, I was never loved Mary…"

" Nor is she," Mary said interrupting, " The people love her little, they call her pale and simple, some even swear she is barren, there has been no word of a pregnancy."

And here I am heavy with child, Anne pondered with a smile, how the thought must kill Henry, he had had her condemned their marriage annulled, all of it for a son, yet Jane Seymour's belly stayed flat while Anne's continued to grow. She would give the King a son, the son he so wanted, a son that had been conceived while there marriage was still valid, a son he had made a bastard. She would deliver all she had promised, and he would never enjoy it. The irony was almost too great for Anne to bear.

A/N: So what did you all think? I do hope you enjoyed the chapter.

In this chapter there was not much action, however it was still important nonetheless.

Jane Seymour is not pregnant, while Anne's pregnancy continues to travel well. Henry has also already taken a mistress as he did on the show and in history quite quickly after his marriage to Jane.

Anne has been reunited with her sister, who will become an important companion to her in the years to come.

In the next chapter we will see more of the Lady Mary Tudor, and the Pilgrimage of Grace as well as Anne's development with Elizabeth, her sister and niece and nephew in Pembroke.

Please review, to let me know what you all thought.