AN: Hello and welcome to a new chapter of, A Chance Not Worth Taking. I am sorry for being slightly neglectful of this story but I was working on my other stories, some published, some not. Anyway, I am back from my holiday and ready to write some more for you. I also want to point out I might do a bit of the show's cannon from now on, just in case you wanted to know.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight as that belongs to the imagination of Stephenie Meyer. I do not own the Tudors as this belongs to Michael Hirst.

Chapter Five: The Loss

3rd February 1536

Rosalie stared at herself in the mirror. It wasn't because she was vain; it was just because she was thinking. She was thinking of all the people in the world, that damn vampire had to choose to change her. She knew it was because he didn't want her to suffer, especially since what had happened, but she was suffering worse now. She would never be able to have what other women had, the greatest consolation for a women in this life. She would never have a child.

She finally pulled herself away from the mirror and her thoughts. She went back and sat down in the Queen's quarters. The Queen was in a state when they managed to bring her back to her rooms. Nan Saville and Madge Sheldon were the only ones she would truly talk to, and it was all because of the wench Jane Seymour. Rosalie was glad that it was not her, she didn't want to be out of favour with anyone, well actually she didn't really want to be in favour with the King as she knew how a male's mind works.

"Two knaves," said Nan, who was in the middle of playing a game of cards with Mistress Sheldon.

"Two Queens and a king," replied Madge, who didn't even have a jovial tone in her voice, winning didn't matter to her at the moment.

"You win," said Nan as she placed her cards down. They both turned their heads around to the Queen's bedchamber. If only there was something they could do.

"Do you think I should go and see her," whispered Madge. She was truly worried by the utter silence from each of the rooms.

"No," replied Nan, she had more sense than Madge. "Let her sleep."

Rosalie smelled something. It was something she didn't want to let herself be near. It was not good.

Her thoughts were answered when a large, shrill, scream filled the room. It was coming from the Queen. Nan and Madge ran into the bedchamber with the other ladies close behind and Rosalie was in the rear, trying not to step in the red wine that had been spilt from the other ladies.

She entered the room and saw what she considered her worst nightmare, blood. The Queen held out her hands that were covered in blood. Her nightgown was soaked in it and Madge and Nan where in a panic, what should they do?

"The baby," cried out Madge as she covered her mouth. She couldn't believe it. If only she knew it would be the Queen's ruin.

"My boy," cried out Anne in a desperate plea. There was nothing any of they could do.

"Get some help," cried out Madge to the ladies in the back. Rosalie nodded and told the other ladies to stay and help the Queen.

She could finally breathe when she reached the hallway. The smell of blood was still strong though, the strong sensation of it filled her nostrils but this wasn't a time to let her animal instincts take control. It was not time for that, a poor innocent child was being lost in there. It needed to be helped.

She ran at human pace to Cromwell's rooms. She still needed to be inconspicuous. She reached Cromwell's rooms and hurried through the door, there was no time for dallying around with protocol. She was stopped in her tracks when she noticed that he wasn't alone. The king and some man were also in there with him. She bobbed a curtsey to the King and Cromwell. The panic must have been clear on her face as Henry stood up and came to her immediately. He hurried her to the corner of the room and looked at her.

"What is the matter Mistress Hale?" asked a concerned Henry. He caressed her face gently but Rosalie firmly pushed it away.

"Do not concern yourself with me your majesty," said Rosalie, obviously disgusted. "Concern yourself with your wife. I am in need of a doctor."

Rosalie noticed that the other man, who seemed to God like to in this court. He turned as he heard what Rosalie said.

"Doctor Cullen," said Henry. "Please follow Mistress Hale." Henry then turned towards Rosalie again. "Doctor Cullen worked as a doctor at the Italian court. He will be able to help the Queen."

Rosalie nodded towards the doctor and they both walked back to the Queen's apartments but it was too late to save the child or the mother now.

Henry did not blame the doctor for the loss of his son, he blamed his Queen. If only she had the dignity and respect of his previous queen, even if the marriage had been made in sin, maybe this wouldn't have happened.

He walked into the Queen's chambers, a few women were cleaning the blood stained sheets and others were doing their other duties. He walked into the bedchamber and saw his wife, Anne Boleyn, on her knees with tear stained eyes. Madge, Nan and Rosalie were attending on her but there was little any of they could do. They all bobbed a small curtsey when Henry came into the room. He had anger written all other his face.

"You've lost my boy," said Henry in almost a whisper. This was the worst thing that could have happened. She lost his son. "I cannot speak of it. The loss is too great. But I see now that God will not grant me any male children. When you are up I will speak with you."

Anne tried to stop the tears coming. She needed to be strong for her daughter, their daughter. Henry turned his back on her and was about to leave the room but Anne found the courage to speak. "It is not all my fault," cried out Anne. Henry shook his head. "You have no one to blame but yourself for this. I was distressed to see you with that wench Jane Seymour."

Henry hated that she brought Mistress Seymour into this. Anne knew this but she continued anyway. "Because the love I bear for you is so great. It broke my heart to see that you loved others."

Henry couldn't speak to her now. He had no patience to speak with the women. He wanted to find compassion, most likely from Mistress Seymour or Mistress Hale if she was willing. "I said I will speak with you when you are well."

Henry walked out of the room and Anne was petrified. This could be the end of her was all that she think of. She needed protection for her daughter but if she was gone, who was to give it to her. She cried out in pain, loss and desperation.

Rosalie went back to her chambers. She stared at her flawless complexion in the mirror but she couldn't think straight. All she could think about was the poor Queen, her disgust for Henry and that strange man that tried to help Anne.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door to her room creaked open, it was that strange man. "May I come in?" asked the dashing blonde.

Rosalie nodded in response and pulled out a chair for him. He thanked her and they both sat down. "Who are you?" asked a curious Rosalie.

"My name is Carlisle, Doctor Carlisle Cullen. I am a vampire just like you are," said the man. Rosalie was stunned silent. How could he know? Cromwell was her answer.

Rosalie looked at him. He had the same golden eyes as she did. He was a vegetarian vampire. "I see you only eat the blood of animals as do I. Anyway, it would be unwise for your typical vampire to come here."

"Like the Volturi you mean. Yes it is unwise for them to even step out into the daylight," commented Carlisle. "If there is anything you need help with Mistress Hale, I would surely be able and wanting to help."

Rosalie nodded and he left the room. She now had an ally at court, one that wasn't going to turn his back on her just because she didn't do as they asked. She had an ally because he needed one too.

10th February 1536

Rosalie walked through the royal rose gardens. They were not in bloom as it was winter but it was still nice. It was nice to get away from the mournful court, especially the Queen's chambers. She understood why but sometimes something's go to give.

It was a picturesque day but soon the picture was broken when she noticed Henry coming the other way. She started to turn back, to walk back to the palace. She was fully annoyed at him right now. Henry kept calling out her name and so she finally decided to see what he wanted. She walked up to him with a stare of distaste across her face.

"What do you want, your majesty," said Rosalie with distaste obvious. "Why do you call for me?"

Henry looked around but he didn't notice his wife looking from out of the window. She looked on through her tear stained eyes. She wanted to see where Rosalie's loyalty laid.

Henry, suddenly and impulsively, grabbed Rosalie around the waste and kissed her passionately on the lips. Rosalie was beyond disgusted now. She pulled away and slapped him across the face. He was shocked that anyone, especially a woman, would hit their own sovereign.

"Your majesty, I do not care if you send me to the tower for doing that," said Rosalie. "For in the end, you will never be able to get rid of me. I will haunt your nightmares for all eternity if I have to and I can be more danger than you have ever seen in your whole entire life. You do not know some of the things I have done."

Rosalie spun herself around and walked off. Henry was left shocked. No one, especially a woman, had ever spoken to him like that. He became slightly afraid at what Mistress Hale had said. The tone of her voice could have even scared the birds away. He was a man though, a king as well, he wasn't going to let some woman come and tell him what to do, and in fact it actually made him burn with desire even more. Rosalie had probably made a mistake in that.

Anne Boleyn looked on at the whole scene and she couldn't help but smirk. Rosalie was different to her other ladies, who would all jump at the chance to be another notch in the King's bedpost. Rosalie reminded her of herself when she was younger and in the first years of her courtship except for the fact that she knew that Rosalie would never ever give in to the King's temptations. She was stronger. Anne Boleyn knew where the girl's loyalties laid, not with her, not with the King but with herself.

AN: Well, I hope you liked that. There will be more conspiracy and other problems for Rosalie as Queen Anne's reign comes to a close. I don't want to do it but I am trying to keep it historically accurate. Don't worry I have other stories where Anne survives. Also, with the end of Anne, more Cullen's will appear, I can hear the people rejoicing now, but it will still centre around Rose. Thanks for the reviews and please review this chapter as well.

TBC