Unbreakable Bond
Anne's funeral has arrived! Enjoy(well as much as you can, it IS the heroine of England's funeral!)BTW never been to an actual funeral, so don't know what they are like. Suppose I'm lucky xxxx
Mary's servants dressed her in Anne's black dress, which was embroidered with black sequins. Crystal's glittered at her fingers, neck, wrist,ears and in her hair, which was pulled into a French twist. As she slipped on her shoes, the guard's announced the arrival of her father. When he entered, the sight that met her eyes shocked her. Her father was also dressed in black, and looked sombre. "Father?" she asked disbelievingly, "Are you attending?" He looked confused and answered, "Of course Mary, I'm the King!" Mary smiled for the first time in days. "Well, I can't say I was expecting it but-" She was interrupted by her father continuing, "I mean I've got to attend his execution." Her face fell, it was Charles Brandon's execution that day as well. "I knew it was too good to be true!" she said angrily, before stalking off to Elizabeth's chambers, her ladies scurrying after her. Henry looked confused, and made to leave too. "Wait." Henry's stomach dropped.
He spun around to see the raven haired angel stood in front of him. She smirked slightly, looking at his clothes."I assume you are not attending my funeral, Henry." He simply stared at the woman stood there. Even in death she was beautiful, her dress hugging her curves, her hair cascading down her back in curls, the glittering crown of England balancing on her head. "Why are you here?" Her dark eyes met his blue ones as she pointed to the crown on her head. "You were going to give THIS to Mistress Seymour? You were going to give her the crown of England?" His heart felt heavy with the guilt of killing her. "Yes I was." Anne shook her head, scoffing slightly. "Henry, you unwittingly killed me for her, the weak, blonde bitch, who cannot bear children anyway? I was carrying your much sought after son! And you killed us both!" "It was a boy then?" He asked sharply. "Yes Henry it was a boy!" Anne was growing impatient, "Your selfishness, and your arrogance led you to cold blooded MURDER!" She screamed the last word at him, and he looked to the ground. "And because of that," she began, calming down, "You have given yourself a curse." Henry raised his head. "None of your future wives will have children, let alone the son you desire. And as for Henry Fitzroy, his fate is sealed." She reeled off and began to walk away. "Anne..." But Henry's voice faded to nothing and Anne went back to where she came from.
Mary's face was grief stricken as she clutched her sister tightly. This hour had been the longest of her life, but yet, it wasn't long enough. Watching the box in which she lay been lowered to the ground was something she would never forget. Mary B sat next to her tears streaming down her face, the pain of losing two siblings weighing down on her. As the coffin was covered, Mary looked up in shock to the man who stood before her. Her father was staring at Anne's grave as well. His face showed no emotion, but Mary knew he was in pain. As the attendant's proceeded into the palace, Mary grabbed her father's wrist. He looked down at her and followed her back to the palace.
Hey Guys! Long time no see! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! Basically, my computer was been a noob, and everything got deleted. Yeah, even my summer project got deleted, and that comes first! Ok BYE!
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