September 1539
Princess Mary
Today her family was set to travel to France. Mary would miss England. She had promised Anne and her father she would visit them and write of course. Her children were almost a year and half now, and she had just learned she was once again with child. For the first time in years Mary felt whole again, and it was all thanks to her step-mother. Someone she never thought she would like much less love.
"Mary, sweetheart, I will miss you" Anne said as she hugged her. Elizabeth gave her sister a locket and insisted she opened it.
Inside was a portraits of Elizabeth and Mary. "So you will always remember me" Elizabeth said proudly.
"Of course my sweet sister." Mary said her goodbyes to her other siblings, hugging them each tightly. "I will miss you all so much."
Henry stood back watching the scene, his baby girl was leaving. She would soon be Queen Mary of France just like her beloved aunt was so many years ago. "I love you my pearl" he said has he hugged her. "I want you to have this Mary, it belonged to your mother" he said softly has he placed a beautiful rosary in her hands. Mary never truly gave in to the reformation, Henry knew this but as his daughter he ignored her little rituals she clung to and he knew in France she would once more be able to openly perform them. The royal couple watched as the ship left the dock, and Anne couldn't help but laugh while watching the children's nannies as they ried to keep them still.
"Katherine" Lady Hartford called out to her as she started chasing after a squirrel. "Charles, Arthur, please stop scaring Bridget" Lady Bryant scolded. Elizabeth being the eldest just stood by her parents waving to her sister. "BYE MARY. I WILL MISS YOU" she shouted to the ship.
Jane Seymour
Jane had no contact with the king and queen since her marriage to George Hartford, the older brother of Lady Cecily Hartford one of Princess Katherine's nannies. Jane's life was so completely different now, it was peaceful. Life at court was hard on her and she loved her little life in the country. She looked out her window her hand resting on her belly, soon she would have her greatest desire, a child of her very own.
"Margaret" she called out as a sudden pain went through her. "My lady..."
"Help me to the bed, the baby is coming." Jane thought she knew what pain was, but this was just beyond anything the imagined. She was in labor for five hours, she felt like she would just die. George had been fetched from his work outside and paced frantically back in forth outside the room. Soon all could hear a faint baby's cry. Jane was tended to while the baby was cleaned up and wrapped in a blanket. George was ushered into the room to meet his little baby girl.
"Anne, I would like to call her Anne." George looked at her sweetly. "Anne, I like that."
Author's Note : I am using the historical sister who was married to Charles Brandon not the composite version using Margaret's name in the show. And in real life was the Queen of France not Portugal.