Ok Guys I am so so sorry that it has taken me so long to get round to actually adding to both "under Veiled disguise" and "Lost in the Tudors" I have been extremely busy but to make it up to you all I have two chapters to add today to Veiled disguise and another will be added to Lost in the Tudors soon. I would like to thank all who have reviewed/favourited/messaged; it makes my day that you enjoy my ideas anyways onto the story and please continue to review, it keeps me on track and if I don't update for a while nag me, it always helps

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"I feel ridiculous"

"If I have to wear one so do you!" Sophie called from the dressing room next door.

"But come on, they could have chosen any theme, why this one?"

"Because...I don't know, because they are royalty and like being awkward."

"I'm trying on a different one, this French hood makes me look 90" Anya hollered, huffing out of her dressing room with a pink flannel robe wrapped around her corseted figure. With the predicament of having to transform her wardrobe 500 years in the past she had come across the number of an old friend of hers who helped create the gowns for many of the costume dramas seen on TV. After much begging she had agreed to help the friends out so on a typical Wednesday afternoon both Anya and Sophie had submerged themselves in a walk in wardrobe of Tudor attire. As Anya scanned the rail she could not help but feel slightly at home in her corset, although the boning caused her breath to be shallow she seemed all too familiar with the pain and etiquette. It was then that the perfect dress jumped out at her. Hiding between two ghastly orange numbers Anya pulled out a damask gown of red that unlike the other gowns had no stupid frills or details. It was exactly what she was looking for and as she returned to her room to try it on she was amazed at how natural it seemed to wear the dress. As Sophie called over for her to come out Anya took a deep breath in and revealed herself to a rather surprised Sophie.

"It seems Tudor tailoring suits you...you look stunning"

"Indeed she does" replied Anya's friend who had been helping the pair in picking the perfect gowns.

"Do you think I should wear a French hood or something like that?"

"Not at all, just wear your hair loose, you already have locks to die for" Anya didn't argue the compliment, her hair had always been her favourite feature even if as a child she had been remarked as the "raven haired rascal"

"Which programme is this from?" Anya enquired, smoothing the material of the bodice.

"That dress was worn by Natalie Dormer in the Tudors"

"You mean this dress has been felt up by Jonathan Rhys Meyers? Fantastic!" it was common knowledge by many of Anya's friends that the Parisian had a certain fancy for the suave JRM so much so that most nights she would dream of the actor in his Tudor costume serenading her with songs upon his lute or being involved in some of the scenes portrayed in the series however occasionally the dreams would change and involve scenes that she had never witnessed upon her TV screen before yet they seemed so real, so vivid that if Anya reached further enough she could feel the heat of a nearby flame tickling her fingers.

It didn't take long for the fateful weekend to approach and soon enough the bags were packed, the mobiles discarded and the corsets laced. Due to the nature of the event guests were advised to travel by train and be escorted by horse and cart as parking spaces would not be available which Anya scoffed at, remarking that they were taking the theme far too seriously.

The journey to London was spent mostly in silence with both Anya and Sophie finding solace in the countryside that passed their train windows. Both had had little sleep and so conversation was kept to a minimum.

"Y'know what I don't understand" Sophie finally remarked as the train pulled out of York and began to gather speed "Why is this event being held at Hampton? I mean Hever would have been perfect for such an event, those beautiful gardens and the history! Imagine spotting Anne Boleyn's headless ghost!" No reply was given except a small shrug which resulted in the conversation drying out. Anya's night had been one of nightmares; her thoughts had been twisted into ghastly images of torment and solitude that felt so real...so vivid that she swore once in her lifetime she must have felt such agony. Like an iron vice the darkened dreams stayed with her as morning broke and dwelled upon her mind till finally the train pulled in to Kings Cross and marked the beginning of a long weekend.

After collecting the duo's bags and tracking down the exit, the two soon found their mode of transport to Hampton; the driver greeted them warmly and provided champagne before setting off on the remainder of their journey. By carriage the sights of London were easy to spot and Anya began to forget about the previous night and indulged in marvelling at the sights that Sophie was pointing out to her. It wasn't long before the coach had parked at the entrance of Hampton and as the coach men unloaded the girls belongings the two made their way to security where they registered their names and received the directions to their lodgings for the night. Both had been placed in separate rooms and allocated half an hour to each other to settle, dress and prepare for the evening ahead. It only took Anya 15 minutes to throw open her bags and wriggle into the corseted dress she had chosen only a week before, she had refused to eat during the tedious journey which had caused her stomach to grumble loudly in resistance. Collecting the necessary items for the evening she left her room in the same unorganised flurry she had entered it, avoiding the packeted information that had been handed to her upon her arrival.

"Sophie? Sophie are you there?" No answer came as Anya continued to pummel the oak door with her fist. "Sophie come on I'm starving will you hurry up?"

"Do you always have to be so impatient" a voice finally came, slightly muffled by the hefty oak door "I'm trying to work out these dance moves we've been given, and have you even read the different rules on etiquette for this evening?" Anya refused to listen as Sophie's voice still reverberated from the door, her only thoughts were upon food not some ridiculous rules that had been conjured up to be broken. With a burdened sigh she moved from the door and began to pace the open corridor, back and forth till a murmur ceased her steps. At first the sound was weak and hollow but grew into a recognisable resonance. Someone nearby was weeping. Intrigued with boredom Anya followed the noise to a small enclave encapsulated by shadow where torchlight barely skimmed the darkened patch, yet even with the lack of illumination it was clear that the noise came from a young child. The infant had hunched herself into the small space, wrapping her arms viciously around her covered legs so that her only distinguishing feature was her fiery red hair which seemed to attract the only available light. Anya stopped for a moment and stared at the young girl whose sobs seemed to grow in volume, the girl was obviously in distress yet there was something about her that caused Anya's heart to feel a twinge of sorrow, as though the child was close to her in some way.

"Are you alright?" Anya whispered, kneeling to the girl's height.

"Mother, I want my mother"

"You mother?" she repeated "Well maybe I can help you find her I'm sure she's round here somewhere" Anya's words of comfort however only seemed to cause more distress.

"Please...please don't cry." Without thought she reached out and gently smoothed the females auburn hair which seemed to stifle the unending sobs, slowly the girl came out of her self-made shell and lifted her head to view her companion but as her eyes focused on Anya's they at once brightened, the swollen red circles below her eyes vanished and a smile instead embraced her lips.

"Mother?"

"Mother? I'm not your mother?"

"Mother!" Before Anya could back away the young girl had sprung upon her gripping her tightly between her youthful arms. "Do not leave me ever again! Nan said I would never see you again"

"Nan? No...no I'm not your mother!" Anya protested as she tried to remove the girl from her shoulders but as the infant continued to snuggle against her wave after wave of forgotten memories surged from Anya's subconscious. The pains of child birth, the disappointment of a daughter followed by the overwhelming joy of receiving unconditional love from one so small. It suddenly felt right to have the child in her arms and before she could stop herself tears of her own began to fall upon the child's Tudor costume.

"I'm sorry" she whispered, stroking Elizabeth's red hair "I will never leave you again"

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Anya?"

She was gone. The enclave was empty and the hand upon her shoulder belonged to Sophie.

"Where did she go?" Anya whispered, sensing the space between her outstretched hands.

"Where did who go?"

"The little girl, she...she was right here and now she's gone"

"Is the lack of light playing tricks on your mind Anya?"

"No I swear..."

"Come on, we're running late" Sophie was in no time for dallying, as much as she wanted to hear her friends explanation for the tears in her eyes and her grovelling stance upon the floor she had business to attend to and therefore empathy was not on the cards. Instead she helped her up, complimented her dress choice and dragged Anya along to what would be the biggest turning point in the duos lives.