Hey guys, it's Vivi! So, this is my first story, on , and I really hope u guys like it. Btw, this fanfic is totally inaccurate! Anne Boleyn does not exist, and many characters will be excluded from history, or created!
I own nothing, only my love for The Tudors, and my OCs!

Prologue

December 1509

"Marina! Marina come on, it's time to get up!"
Marina's eyes blinked open, and she saw her elder sister Eleanor standing almost on top of her. She groaned, turned over, and shut her eyes again.
"What are you doing here? Where's Claudine? And where are Irene and Olivia?" Said Marina, confused as to why her maids weren't there, but her sister.
"Are you alright sister?" Eleanor said, annoyed. "We're on the ship- remember?"
Marina sat up. The wave of realization hit her. They were on the ship back to England.
Marina, along with her elder sisters Eleanor and Eliza, had been living in France for a few years now. Their father was in France as royal ambassador, but the family knew that he had truly desired to leave the country because of his dislike of King Henry VII. He was, by all means, a Tudor supporter, but had always longed for King Henry, who was not at all a favorite, to be snatched away by death, so that his young, lively, and clever son, Prince Henry, could take the throne. Marina, who was only eight, did not know of this, and neither did her twelve year old sister Eliza. Her brother Thomas, however, who was sixteen, her sister Eleanor, who was eighteen, and her eldest brother, the nineteen year old Edward, Earl of Oxford, were all familiar with what was going on.

However, Henry VII had died in April, and his son had been crowned Henry VIII. Since then, Henry had invited the Howards back to England at his own explicit request, as, in his early years, the Duke had been a great caretaker. He had arranged a betrothal for Eleanor, to the young Henry Kingston, Earl of Tottenham, and one for Edward, to the Lady Grace Willoughby, only daughter of the Duke of Derby. Thomas had refused any type of betrothal, because he was taking his mistress, Olivia de Hielly, with him. The family had been in France ever since before Marina was born, and although she remembered England from the few times she had visited, it would be hard for her to call it home just yet.

**6 Years Later**
December 1515

Lord Norfolk was very content indeed. His youngest daughter Marina was to go to court to join her sisters, to wait on Queen Catherine, as she would be fifteen in a few months. Her sister Eleanor was returning to court along with her. Eleanor had been away from court for a while, at the Kingston family home, Tottenham Castle, to give birth to her fourth child and first daughter, Margaret. Eliza, who had married James Tennyson, Earl of Nottingham-Plymouth, two years ago, had had her son Lord George a few months before, and had already returned.
Lord Nottingham and Lord Tottenham were both members of the privy council, as were his own sons, Edward, Earl of Oxford, who was happily married to the beautiful Grace Willoughby, and had three sons and a daughter, and Thomas, who had married his mistress Olivia, and had had two young sons, as well as having been created Earl of Surrey by the king, and the latter two were created members of the Order of The Garter. It seemed to Norfolk that things could not get any better. He would soon find a suitable match for Marina- he already had offers from the Earl of Ormond and the Marques of Arden. There were rumours that the Duke of Bedford too was considering proposing a marriage between his eldest son the Earl of Elton and heir and Marina.
Norfolk was glad that he had not sent Marina to court when she was thirteen, as most did, at the same time that he had sent her sisters, the newly wed Eliza, and Eleanor, (who couldn't have gone earlier due to her never ending pregnancies), because her sisters always seemed to outshine her in some way, with their more 'conventional' beauty.
Eleanor and Eliza both had blonde waves foaming down their backs, Eleanor's pale gold, and Eliza's butter blonde, each adopting the Howard family's hazel brown eyes. In other words, while being beautiful, they were like most women were expected to be. Marina, on the other hand, was so exotic in her brand of beauty, that he hardly knew what to make of her. She had dark, chestnut brown ringlets, tinted with deep bronze and black. Her eyes were like nothing her parents had ever seen before- they looked like the sea at sunset, shining, green, blue, silver, pink, purple, every color there was.
Norfolk decided that he would wait a few more weeks, and if Bedford did not make his offer by then, then he would choose Arden, although it might sting his elder daughters a little to have to yield precedence to their younger sister. Either way, his family was in great state, he had a whole brood of heirs, well married daughters, happily married sons, titles, honors, all a man could want. How could things get any better?