AN: Hey, so I saw an amazing Tudor movie the other day called Anne of a Thousand Days! It was so amazing! XD

So, like promised, I became the Queen's servant. Time flew by, and soon enough I was fourteen and the little Mary, who wasn't so little anymore, was twelve. Of course, on my birthday I got the news that would change me even more than the news saying I was going to be the Queen's servant. Well, let me explain what happened.

I had been called down to the throne room, where Henry, Catherine, and Princess Mary were. I had no idea why I had been called down, and little did I know that I was about to get the worst news of my whole life. As I approached the the throne room, I heard servants annouce my arrival. I walked in and dropped to my knees. "Your Majesties." I said, bowing my head.

"Anna, do you know why you're here?" Catherine's voice rang out. She sounded tired.

"No her Majesty, I do not." I said, lifting my head. Catherine did, indeed, look tired. Henry, as usual, looked slightly angry. Mary seemed to be bored by the way her eyes scanned the room.

"Shall I tell her Henry?" Catherine asked Henry.

"Go ahead." Henry replied, sighing and closing his eyes. Whatever they wanted to tell me, he wished it to be over with.

Catherine sighed and nodded. She looked at me, straight into my eyes. "Has anyone said you look like the King?" she asked me.

"A few." I replied, frowning. What was this all about excatly? Why was she asking me that question?

"Anna, you are Henry's daughter. Your mother gave birth to you and died shortly afterwards. I was the Queen at the time, so you're-" she said.

"A bastard?" I finished for her, my mouth was wide open. No way. This wasn't right.

Catherine nodded. "I'm sorry Anna. You had to learn sometime." she said.

I looked at Catherine, then Henry, then Mary. Catherine looked sad, Henry looked like he could care less, and Mary was staring at me with wide eyes. "I-I...I'm a b-bastard..." I stuttered, tears forming in my eyes. I bowed to the three people sitting in front of me, then ran out, crying. Why me? Why now?

"Anna! Come back!" Catherine shouted from the throne room.

I ignored her and ran back to my room, too depressed to do anything. There was knock at the door and it opened with a creak.

"Anna." Catherine said, walking in. "Anna, I know it's hard to take-" she started, but I cut her off.

"Go away. I don't want to talk." I replied, buring my head in the pillows.

I heard her turn and leave, but I heard someone else come in.

"Anna?" a young girl's voice said. It was Princess Mary.

I looked up at her and frowned. "What is it?" I asked.

Mary frowned slightly. "I-I j-just wanted to ask i-if we c-could...still be f-friends." she stuttered, afraid. Maybe she thought I inherited my father's temper, which, fortunately, I didn't.

I sighed. "Yes Mary, we can." I replied to her. I heard her leave and I sighed. Now I'd never become my old self again. Little did I know, in two years, Mary would also become a bastard.