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A/N: wow and I still did not expect these reviews thank you! Unnamed visitor yes Henry always wanted Elizabeth's head in the gutter but unlike her sister she could pretend so well that she could fool even the cunning and more experienced minds, she was however as everyone put it very aware and she knew how twisted her father and everyone around her was, and I think that was what really contributed to her survival.

~VXLP

Plot Summary:

Edward VI does not die in 1553 but lives to 1558. Mary never gets to be queen as she dreamed, her daughter -Edward's bride does. Elizabeth is born ahead of her time in 1516 as Mary being KOA and Henry's first child in 1510. Henry is granted his divorce and marries the first woman who becomes his infatuation (Anne returns to England and never goes to France) after her return from the Netherlands -Anne Boleyn in 1515 resulting in Elizabeth (b. 1516).

What happens later is a series of mishaps and chaos that change alter forever England and the course of the world itself!

"To me nothing else matters but my happiness and those who can help me achieve it, everything else doesn't matter. To me God stopped being an issue, I turned him to the tool of my hatred. You turned me into evil, you turned my soul rotten, you made me this. You destroyed everything that I ever valued, worshiped, and cared for. In my end I found my beginning, from the white ashes of God the devil was born, and from those ashes I take my strength I am reminded I am to hate, shut down, and feel nothing but contempt. I draw strength from my hatred.

When my father decided to dump me, to kill me I was born anew. Everything that was ever the girl who loved, kissed and wished for others' happiness died.
Her soul is being eaten away by my new diet. I consume hatred, I consume others, and I am never satisfied.

I died the day I was born ... I am God's child but I cut my own cord from His manipulation, from the father I killed my flesh
He turned me into this angel, this herald of darkness, the devil.
Mark Twain said it best -heaven is for the followers while hell is for those who will not be stomped down, those who will fight to their last breath
for what is right, for what I know is right and will never be hold down by the chains of slavery.
John Milton said it better -better to rule in hell than to serve in Heaven.
I serve no one."

~Dark Phoenix: Truth and twisted by Anonymous

1533, October 10th.

Greenwich Palace:

"The Queen has gone into a fever" The physician whispers into Henry's ear, he turns away. He couldn't believe this, that his milk and honey sweetness of this world was going to be gone. What had he done wrong? Had he no prayed enough, had he not been faithful to Him? He turns back to the doctors, he swears that if his milk and honey sweetness "were to die" he vows "I will hung you both and confiscate all of your family's belongings, there will not be a man, woman and child who shudders at the sight of your bodies once I am done"

The doctors bowed and return to the Queen, their minds are set with resolve. They are told what to do by the more experienced midwives who cannot for the life of them, understand why is it men put too much trust on doctors when giving birth has and should be a woman's business only. Linacre and Butts hate how they are criticized and chastised but bow down to their midwives' opinions obediently, the queen's health is all that matters, if she died it would be their heads and their families. Henry had lost the woman who was his passion, that had cast away all logic in him.

This girl, of much lesser rank -Jane Seymour had restored him, nursed him back to good health. All the good that was left in His Majesty would die with her.

Jane tried not to fall asleep, she was ready to die but she had a son to take care of. Surely, god could not take her now, surely.

~o~

For days His Majesty kept himself under lock and key. It was always the same routine, he would wake up at early hours in the morning and come out only to see his wife and then he would go back and lock himself in his rooms, where he dedicated the remainder of the hours to pray for his wife's soul and for the soul of his only son, Edward.

He promised Jane that if she delivered a son they would name the child Edward in honor of her long time ancestor King Edward I. The Seymours had always been a proud bunch. They wanted to remind the people where they came from and a son named Edward extolled that greatness and served to honor the man whose royal blood ran through their veins.

Jane was in a dream state she could not wake up, she saw many things while she was awake. "I am going to end him or he is going to end me" her father used to tell when he felt death approach her mother. He swore that with the saints' blood and prayers they as puny mortals could beat death, cheat the devil himself of his own luck and money. Blasphemous as it was Jane had believed it and she had taken her former mistress' "necklace". The rosary beads of Katherine of Aragon whom she had always believed was the true queen of England brought her comfort. It never failed, before she closed her eyes she clutched the bottom of it where the cross lay hanging. Katherine had sailed to Spain but left only few of her best possessions to her most trusted maids of honor. They had all been perplexed why she would give all her prized possessions away instead of turning them over to His Majesty or her daughter. But then when Henry became entranced with her she understood why. Her husband was a man of many ambitions. He twisted every love into lust, every angry feeling into hatred and every care any of his women had for him into sin. He used these excuses for his sinful behavior, he believed if he put the blame on his women and ministers he could easily escape the fires of hell.

Henry would not want to keep his promises to his former wife that he would deliver the rest of her belongings (the ones Cromwell had not been allowed to take) to their only child, the former Princess Mary. So she gave everything to her favorite maids, people of confidence whom she had faith they would not betray her. Did she see the future? Jane asked now as she walked in the dark prison of her mind. Did she know that one of her servants would become Queen, that I was destined to be the wife of His Majesty and deliver the future King? A day without the memories of her mother had been like a day without rain, without dancing, without reciting poetry or attending any of her French lessons -since her comeback from France she had stopped practicing and forgot most of what she learned at Queen Claude's. She imagined that was how the Princess Mary must feel so she invited her to court, and to the surprise of everyone Mary who nearly fainted when her father was about to say no -requested that her bastard sister Elizabeth be brought back to Court before the Yuletide celebrations. It was a very daring move and Jane wasn't too sure if it was wise, but the daughter of Katherine of Aragon had Tratasmara blood in her and she was as outspoken as any man.

The French and Imperial Ambassador (her loyal friend) remarked that if it were not for her handsome looks and soft voice she would be mistaken for another nobleman, by the way she walked and the way she could hold a conversation and speak her mind without fear of repercussions.

Jane felt her strength leave her when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and it was (to her horror) the image of Anne Boleyn herself. What was this she-devil doing here? Had she not done enough harm already?

Anne merely laughed at the pale girl that Henry had thought would be a better replacement for her and Katherine, and the horror she displayed. Her eyes were weak and blue, a pale blue and barely enchanting to the experienced man as were hers. Anne had always possessed the most beautiful dark brown eyes, almost black. They were the orbs that hooked the King of England and drove him to defiance, against the Holy Roman Empire itself when they influenced the pope to cast another verdict, this time saying their marriage had never been true but a lie and the dissolution of Katherine of Aragon's "lawful" marriage to His Majesty had been done under the evil influence of her and her family who were deemed heretics but treated as traitors when she failed to Henry what he wanted -what Jane had given him -a son.

"Your son will grow to be a handsome king just like his father, but I bet you knew that didn't you?" Anne asked moving past her and a well appeared in the middle of the dark room. Jane walked to where Anne was and looked at the well's waters. At first it was only her and Anne's reflection but then the waters began to grow violent and until they settled they began to show a different picture. It was a handsome blond young man that bore much resemblance to Henry but Jane could see herself through his eyes, pale blue, in that boy. He had his father's physique, his broad shoulders but he was thinner and he did not have a firm posture like the rest of the Tudor men.

"My son" Jane said. Anne nodded "He will grow, he will die young unless ..."

"Unless what?" she snapped at Anne. She would not let anyone, less of all this witch, cast a curse against her boy.

"Unless he marries, unless he does not repeat his father's mistakes. You and I will always be enemies Jane, in this life or the next, but we don't have to be in another life."

Jane tilted her head, had this woman gone finally mad in death? She heard from the Captain and constable of the guard and Tower Green how Anne Boleyn in her last moments started rambling on and on about her time in the Archduchess Margaret's court in Austria, Mechelen. Had death finally knocked what little sense she'd had left?

Anne could see confusion written all over her rival's face.

"I gather all those little things, insults you sad it me Jane. Everything that you did to me has consequences. Nothing in this world goes unpaid, sooner or later God asks for retribution" She said simply licking her lips as the image of Jane's son dissolved and they were back to their reflections.

"I am not a murderer. You died from your own ambition my lady -if you can be called that" she said with utter disdain. How dare this woman accuse Jane of murder when it was her own hand that sowed her doom?

Jane heard laughter from Anne's voice as her form became more transparent and slowly she watched as she disappeared, but not before the "most happy" and miserable queen whispered "I shan't be dead long ... protect my daughter as you will protect your son and maybe ... just maybe ... he will live and be the phoenix's son" Anne completely disappeared. Jane saw her no more for the rest of the day that she lay asleep.

Outside of her chambers was her husband who kept praying for the salvation of her body and her soul. Their son, their little son Edward whom he named after he held the babe in his strong arms lay crying in the arms of strangers. His wet nurse and other women looking after him could not find what was bothering the small boy. Was he sensible to his mother's pain perhaps? Some dared to think that the connection between Jane and her son went beyond any godly connection between men and God. Indeed, it was said by canons, priests, including protestants that the former queen was friends with, that the bond between mother and child was too powerful to break and only similar to God's covenant to man.

In other chambers far from where the queen and king were confined in their separate ones. The Queen fighting for her life, the queen praying for their god to spare her. Mary and Eustace were in the arms of each other finding comfort. Three weeks since the queen had caught a fever, three weeks since Cromwell began to see Mary Tudor as a tool to further his cause, the cause of heretics he called the reformation. He had convinced her father to make an alliance with the German rebel states that were fighting for their independence from the Holy Roman Empire and thus follow England's example, establishing their own church. Many already had, but there were others that were still subject to the Holy Roman Emperor's rule. Cromwell had arranged a marriage between her and the Count Palatine who had recently, to Cromwell and the other heretics who backed him up, luck, the Duke of Bavaria. It was a title that had belonged to Albert IV of said place but having only one daughter who recently died and no other relatives he could entrust with such large an office he chose his long cousin Philip Wittelsbach who had quite the reputation. "Philip, the Warrior" he was known for fending the Turks from Vienna. At only twenty five he had fought with a select few of his best soldiers the infidels, against all odds he won.

He was a suitable match in the eyes of the heretics. A select few. Much of the heretics believed that it was a dangerous match, too much power in the Lady Mary's hands they argued could propel her to usurp the Prince of Whales' rightful throne and put herself and her husband instead. If she had heirs, they did not want to think how those children would be for their nation. Would they be raised Catholic and turn England back to the old way, would they be reformers instead like they and set on the new ways they would make sure the future King Edward would follow? What if, so many what ifs. Nothing good could come out of the Lady Mary and her brood. Mary had danced after she met the Count Palatine and Duke of Bavaria. He pretended to be a simple man, something that made her laugh and the Imperial Ambassador oddly feel a jealous, like a sudden knot had been made in his throat. With all the right moves and words, he had her dancing at the beat of his tune, and she had enchanted him.

He, Eustace Chapuys, believe it was a wrong move from his master's cousin's part to make. She should not have been showing such favor to a man she barely knew. Of course they were six years apart and he being older than she, probably had more experienced, but that didn't make them any less interested in each other. Eustace felt his heart throb, his heart ache when she noticed Philip's eyes center on the true Princess, when she returned his smiles. For no reason Elizabeth had noticed too and could not help but feel a little pity for the Ambassador who had dared to love someone greater than he.

~o~

With her stepmother slowly awakening, Mary had lain all day praying for her soul and her new brother's well being. She did not care for the throne anymore, if it was the price to pay for her brother and Jane Seymour she wanted no part of it. She only wanted them both to be delivered safe. So she kept on praying until the Ambassador arrived to her chambers uninvited as he always did. In public they were always formal but behind closed doors they felt free, they didn't have to keep up the appearances that their relationship was strictly business. He was her friend and on times she felt she wanted him to be something more. The nights she had talked and spent with Philip, the first she felt she had been a fool but the rest, were different. He made her laugh, he was funny, a man through and through. He was a warrior unwilling to give up to reach his goals. He was without interest though he did not lie -they both were aware they had something to gain from this match from the other. Mary -children and heirs, and Philip -more lands and recognition abroad.

Philip talked to her endlessly about mountains, the alps and the beautiful lands that he claimed could only be found in Germany.

He destroyed all sadness, cast away all doubts that she was meant only for unhappiness. Philip made her feel complete, she took the self hatred from her soul and turned into wonder, yet there were times when she felt guilty. She was going against her mother (what she thought was her mother's wishes were she still alive) and her cousin's wishes, she was going against the laws of God, but Philip made her happy surely that could not be sin? Surely it was enough for God, surely He wanted her happiness as she had been His faithful servant. She only wanted what any other woman wanted, a home, children, little Marys and hopefully little Philips to run around chasing their sisters with swords and she as their watchful guardian running after them enforcing discipline. Was that too much to ask for God? She thought. Can't you hear me God? Why can't I have this? With her inhibitions going silent she heard the door knob twist and dismissed all of her ladies the minute the Imperial Ambassador entered. And there was he, coming uninvited again. He never asked for her permission, unlike all her other ladies and servants he did not need to. He was her faithful friend, her knight in shining armor and while she should not be thinking him such, it felt only correct. If Jane were to die and if health were to fail her brother, then she would be the next in line and knowing her father too proud to allow himself to admit he was wrong from breaking with Rome -would not let Mary get in the way of any protestant or potential mail heir he was yet to beget. The last it seemed hardly impossible, her father was getting old and his leg from the injury he had suffered this year during the May celebrations, would hardly get better. England's hopes were deposited in the little Prince her stepmother had just borne.

She felt pity for the boy but she had herself to think of. Nobody ever worried for her so she had only herself to take care of. Eustace her loyal friend, there were times where she imagined him as the Prince, her guardian in shining armor, and she the Princess being kept in the tower, rescuing her from the dragon. "Milady" he began, and by the look on his face alone she knew that the Queen was not fully recovered. She looked away, she could not believe this was happening.

"She has treated me with nothing but respect, why should this be happening?" She asked and Eustace was not sure if the question was directed more at him than to their Lord Jesus Christ.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I do not know" he replied being completely honest, there was never a reason why they should not share the complete truth. They had always been open with each other.

She turned back and looked at him intently. She swore she would not cry but tears streamed down her eyes reaching her neck. Eustace found the strength to leave all the formalities aside and daring to push the envelope of their friendship a step further he sat down in the bed next to her. He put his arms around her and no longer ashamed of shedding tears of unhappiness she buried her head in his chest and took refuge there.

He consoled her "My lady, my sweet, sweet lady. My poor, poor sweet lady" he kept whispering in her ear but nothing stopped her from crying and the shame came washing away all the kindness of his words. Here she was, it was supposed to be the happiest day of her life she should rejoice. England had at last a boy, she was going to be married and escape the fate of maidenhood, but for no cause fate saw it fit to take her stepmother away.

The Ambassador seeing her whisper 'why?' many times knew that she was thinking back to her stepmother and offered more consolation. "Everything will pass ... everything will pass ..." his voice became incredibly soft and not the rough and direct one that everyone else, including her were accustomed to hear from his conversations and debates with the king. She opened her eyes and looked up, she could feel his heart beating faster, her own beating equally fast. For no cause he leaned forward and set his lips on hers, she opened them fully. At fist she had been confused and shocked that he dared to do such move, but feeling the warmth of his embrace and his lips against hers erased all uncomfortable feelings, and cleared away all doubt from her mind.

She struggled with his weight being taller than she, but he had no problem despite his minor case of gout in his right leg to lift her up and move her to a more comfortable side of the bed. He was on top of her, and they didn't care what they were about to do. It was a sin before God, the saints and their religion but their religion preached love and what they were doing was just that -love.

"With everything you have you will turn everything out. You will twist and eat your own flesh if necessary. When I was little I saw how you murdered me, how you ate my flesh, my skin, my eyes and everything else. You turned peace into violence and setting my arms on fire I pushed every limb from my body so I could be your slave, hoping that would please you and when it didn't I took my blood out not to please you anymore but to take everything you ever gave me, every curse you put on me from my body. My soul became black and I became free. I was born when I opened my eyes to the truth, when I realize the devil had given me another chance."

~Dark Phoenix II: Truth and twisted by Anonymous

1533, October 11th

Greenwich Palace: Queen's bedchamber:

Jane opened her eyes for the second time. This time unlike the last it was different. This time she was born anew. Out of God's mercy, everyone was convinced it was a miracle, she had beat death, and impressed everyone when she sat up straight in bed with a pillow her maids arranged for her, propped against her back for support. She was back talking and her face had regained color. It was as if she had never given birth or been sick at all.

"What a recovery!" The first physician, Dr. Linacre the more conservative of the two said. He was struck with disbelief when the queen awoke. Dr. Butts was equally shocked, they had never seen such a speedy recovery.

"My boy, how is my son?" It was the first thing that came to her mind. She needed to know how her son was. It was the only person right now who mattered to her. He was the reason why she was here, why she had been so close to death. Her life paled in comparison to that of her boy, her sweet, little boy whom she named Edward. They had been discussing names all afternoon on that Sunday morning when she announced her pregnancy to Henry. She hoped that Henry had respected her wishes. Nothing would please her more to see her son named after her long royal ancestor, the man all Seymours prided they for thanks to him they had (partly) royal blood running through their veins. Though her son was not as royal as the Lady Mary or Lady Elizabeth, she would make sure he would be as, if not more, respected than they. But he would teach him not to be as arrogant as his father. She loved Henry and she wanted their son to know the man she loved for the kind and good spirit he could be, but it was important that he recognized his father's flaws like she did.

"He is fine Your Majesty, he is with her wet nurse" Dr. Butts answered.

Jane sighed. She thought it was silly to have her son drinking from a stranger's milk, but she could do nothing about it. It was the way it had always been and she had to do just as Henry wished, otherwise she would meet the fate of all his other women who defied him.

"Bring him to me please and if you can tell His Majesty I wish to see him too. I wish to see them both" The doctors advised not to, too much emotions could be too much for her to handle but she didn't care, she was adamant in her decision.

"I want to see them both now" She repeated this time firmer. It was the first time they had heard this docile, gentle lady be this firm and tough in her commands.

The doctors bowed their head and gave a low curtsied and immediately they ran to get the king. Moments later Henry came running with him the nurse carefully carrying their newborn Edward.

She smiled at the sight of them. It was a new day, she didn't care what her nightmare had showed her, the present was all that mattered, and just as she had escaped from death, so will her son.

"Edward our son" Henry said taking their boy from the nurse and handing him to Jane who seemed stronger than ever.

Jane smiled glad to see her husband had not changed his mind about their son's name. "Yes Edward, our little boy Edward, future King." Jane agreed and smiled at her son who giggled recognizing the stranger's face as not a stranger at all, but his mother's.