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Hey guys sorry I haven't updated in a while I got writers block and then had trouble writing this chapter, but in good news I have written 2 chapter so I am doing a double posting.

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Chapter XIV

Westminster Abbey

Every day I would wake up thinking that it had just been a dream but it wasn't, my father was gone and I was King to-be. The funeral was to be done as my father had requested.

Everything was ready and the day had arrived. Today I was laying my father to rest. To say the least I was not ready to do this. I couldn't help thinking that if my father hadn't taken part then he would still be alive! But no-one could change his mind.

Sir Henry Norris who had ridden against my father in the tournament had come to me on his knees begging for forgiveness, he said that everyone around him was calling him a murderer. I forgave him and said that no-one could have foreseen what was to happen. Sir Henry asked for protection for his life and so I sent him to the Friars in Westminster Abbey and said that if it was forgiveness he wanted then he should ask God.

Sitting in my room, waiting for Higgins to return, I thought about what sort of ruler I would be. Would I be kind? Loved? Feared? I didn't know.

There was knocking at the door and Anne entered. Even in black she still looked beautiful, she came over and sat next to me.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"No but I know I must do this. Is everyone assembled?" I asked.

"Yes." She replied.

Another knock and Higgins appeared, I gave him a nod and he disappeared again. I stood up and looked down at Anne. "I don't know what sort of ruler I will be but I know that England will have a beautiful Queen. Anne you have been my world, you are as beautiful as the sun and have given me two wonderful children, promise me you will stay by my side and never leave me?" I said tears, brimming in my eyes.

"I promise my love. I could never be with anyone else nor want to." Anne replied standing up.

I smiled at her and presented my arm, Anne placed her arm on top of mine and I led her out to the waiting crowd. As we made our way outside, some of my father's closest friends including Charles Brandon followed behind us.

Outside stood my father's coffin, draped in the royal standard. It rested on of a flatbed cart and was pulled by 6 horses. On top was his effigy, when you looked at it, it seemed like he was still alive and dressed in his coronation robes. The cart pulled off and carriages, that would take us to the Abbey pulled up. I led Anne over to one of the carriages and helped her in and I got in behind her. The carriages moved off for the short journey to the Abbey.

There were crowds lining the streets and as the carriage passed the crowds removed their hats and bowed or curtseyed. The carriage soon pulled up at the steps of Westminster Abbey. Higgins was waiting on the steps and when the door opened he stepped forward and helped Anne from the carriage. As I stepped down Higgins went around me and took up my train, a quick nod and I led Anne up the steps and into the Abbey. Inside we went to one side to await the coffin, a few minutes later the coffin appeared carried by six of my father's friends. Charles Brandon Duke of Suffolk, Thomas Howard Duke of Norfolk, Edward Seymour Duke of Somerset, Henry Courtenay Marquess of Exeter, Sir Thomas More Lord High Chancellor and Sir Antony Knivert.

They moved forwards at a slow pace, the coffin resting on their shoulders. As they passed us Anne went into a curtsey and I bowed then we followed the coffin down to the High Alter. As we reached the Alter, the coffin was placed on a stone slab; the bearers bowed then turned and went to their seats.

Archbishop Fisher stepped forwards and sprinkled the coffin with Holy water while chanting a prayer. He then turned and faced the congregation.

"Holy Father, we ask and beseech you to welcome our beloved and most noble King, Henry Tudor. Into your kingdom, he may live in eternal rest." Archbishop Fisher said.

The service continued on with the choir singing and with prayers and chants. Soon it came to the part that I had been dreading. The coffin bearers approached and lifted the coffin onto their shoulders. I stood and led a small group of people to an annex in the chapel, there stood two tombs either side of another tomb with no lid. Over the top was laid two long ropes and two planks of wood for the coffin to rest on.

I looked at the tomb containing my mother, her expression was calm and I could feel her as if she was standing next to me. The other tomb was that of my father's second wife, Jane Seymour she had given my father my brother Edward.

The coffin made its slow way to the annex and was place over the tomb opening on the planks. Archbishop Fisher stepped forwards and once again sprinkled the coffin with Holy water and chanted.

"Into eternal rest we commend you, may your soul fly up to the gates of St Peter and may you look down upon us and bring us happiness. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit."

The bearers lifted the coffin up, the ropes were pulled taut and the planks taken away. Then slowly they lowered the coffin. After the Lord Chamberlain, the Lord Great Master, Mr Treasurer, Mr Comptroller and the Sergeant Porter, broke their white staves upon their heads in three parts, as did likewise all the Gentleman Ushers and threw them into the tomb.

And thus my father was laid to rest.

Two months have passed since that day, soon I would have to leave my closed in world and prepare for my coronation. Life was getting easier; Anne visited every day and would bring the children. Seeing my children would bring me to life and it made me realise that I had a future to protect. Now I was a King and I had to be one, I had had the training and now I had to use it.

I visited my father's tomb every day I was in London and I would pray to him asking him to watch over me and my family.

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