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A/N: thanks to reviewers of the fic, you make this possible. I made a little date error last chapter it is fixed now, not 1558 but 1533 lol

Song for this fic will be Fright Night revamped version main theme "My turn to evil" from letters vs numbers.

~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!

"You will destroy everything you ever love, for no cause you will cause destruction. Oh girl if you only felt what I felt.
Oh boy if you only knew how I long for you. What I am capable of with you or without? I cannot say -only the more horrible atrocities are witnesses.
I sacrificed everything for you, are you happy now?
Is the Queen of Heaven happy now? With your inhibitions going silent ... is the King of Hell satisfied?
You have taken everything I loved, cast away all the goodness, planted the seed of evil in me.
Your breed will pay and I will rejoice watching it devour everything you ever built for me.
I am vengeance it is my nature to love as it is to destroy -it is what I do
I have accepted my fate, have you my lord?"

~Question on morality: Twisted minds by Anonymous

1533, October 12th.

Greenwich Palace:

Eustace could not help but admire the beauty that lay in his arms. She was all his. Not Philip's, not the King's nor God's but his. She was his lover, he her slave and there was nobody existed but them.

The world could end and he would go to God happy with the woman he loved. Oh sweet mercy of God, he thought. He had lain with his master's niece and he did not feel in the least guilty. He was condemning himself, if they were found out he was done for. Both of their masters would ask for his head -as if that could restore Lady Mary to her virginity. For no reason he had lain with her for two nights, they had preached the gospel of Christ -love- in her bed. When morning came on the second day they all heard the bells ringing and people shouting on the streets and that is when they knew that Mary's stepmother had survived childbirth.

A terrible torment overcame her. She had betrayed her marriage vows to Philip, he had whispered chastity and loyalty to her and here she was laying in another man's arms, and not once but twice she made love to him. With the revelation of what she'd done she knew she had to act if she wanted to restore her good name. Eustace must never know she had lain with Philip.

It was cruel, he had taken advantage of her in this moment of weakness. A woman's heart was a mystery and he had seen the only chance he would ever get in bedding the true heir of England, and before having any second thoughts he lain with her. It was not her fault, she was not on trial, none of them were. If there were to be an inquiry Eustace her loyal friend and nothing more would testify against him, he would never testify against a true princess of the blood. He loved and cared for her, in a way nobody ever had. But they were friends and they must remain so. Anything more could ruin her chances of becoming queen and being in the queen's good graces. Who knew what the future had in store? Edward might not live long, it was written in the stars. She had heard it from her old friend Susan who was friends with one of the midwives. She told Susan that the queen had borne a healthy but bony prince. Healthy but bony! It was laughable. His poor physique is a guarantee -Mary was sure- that he will not reach adulthood. Like all of her predecessors who had a record of baring dead and stillborn babies, the prince of England would die before he reached the age of majority, in which case the throne would pass to Mary and her heirs.

She vowed on her mother's name and God and all the saints that she would give England, as it was her duty as a woman and her father's true heir, heirs to ensure the Tudor line did not die out.

Eustace reached his hand to her face and stroke her cheek gently. She was an angel, the most beautiful thing he saw in the morning. He did not want this magic to end.

Despite what anyone said, Cromwell, Cranmer or any of her father's new friends, she knew she just did, that deep down her father still cared for her and as many new children and he might have yet with Jane, she would always remain the pearl of his world.

She was certain of it. Nobody could replace her, nobody.

"With your heart gone cold you'll turn to violence

With your inhibitions going silent

You will turn and twist and pry your eyes out

Wishing that you could just go back now

You will be the criminal heartthrob

Destroying all that you could ever learn from

For no cause you'll cause destruction"

~My turn to evil" by Letters Vs Numbers (Fright Night remake -2011- score)

1533, December 24th

Greenwich Palace: Christmas eve

She had not spoken to him in more than two months. And while he tried to put the matter behind part of him wanted to fall to his knees and crawl to her bedside demanding an explanation. He did not want to believe that all this time she had been using him. He did not and could not believe that. Elizabeth Tudor told him that she did but he refused to believe the daughter of a traitorous witch who'd not only lain with men lower in status than her, but committed incest with her own brother! She had been a malignant woman, a despicable human being in fact he did not believe Anne Boleyn should be referred to as a she. She was an it, an it who had destroyed all the goodness in his lady's heart and turned her into the ambitious woman she was today.

If it had not been for Anne Boleyn, his Princess would never have left him. She would never have fallen into his arms, he would have never fallen for her, he would ... It was enough of what ifs. He did what he did and there was no turning back down. The words of the Lady Elizabeth were too painful for him to bear. She had chastised him and played him for a fool -the Lady Elizabeth always hated her sister -he had no reason to believe her but when he saw the proof before his own eyes on cold October morning in Westminster Abbey the memories of the unholy nights they spent together all came back to him.

He had been her fool and he had allowed it.

Damn his heart and worst of all damn the Lady Elizabeth for prying into her sister and the Ambassador's private lives. This was all a game to her, what more could he expect from the daughter of a harlot and heartless wench? She was just like her mother, she couldn't wait to see him suffer. He would not give in her little twisted games. He was a man of god and a man whose loyalty was deeper than any man's. He had suffered humiliation once, shame on him if he exchanged pure gold for cheap bronze. He had learned his lesson, he repeated to himself many times this but no matter how many times he did he was always reminded of what he'd done.

Susan Clarenciux had been the only one who had known her lady's secret and at the wedding, more than two months ago, she had berated her friend and mistress -Lady Mary -now Duchess of Bavaria and Countess Palatine. "How could you do that Mary?" She had told her friend if only she had seen the hurt in His Excellency's eyes as she did, she would understand how much he loved her.

Mary said nothing except that he would forget. "No Mary you are wrong, some things are not meant to be forgotten or forgiven" Susan said and it was the last thing she told her before she went on to her wedding, dressing in white -Susan nearly sneered in disgust- a symbol of her maidenhood, to meet her future husband, the Duke of Bavaria.

Lady Elizabeth knew why her sister had rushed into the marriage. It wasn't love or lust, it was necessity that propelled her to be by his side. Poor sister she wanted force everyone in her make believe world of love and fairy tales. Elizabeth seemed to be the only one in her father's court that wasn't deceived by her sister and her little games. Mary was not the pure white angel everyone believed. She had sex outside of marriage and not with one but two men! Elizabeth did not know what to be more disgusted at -that she had played with the man with Eustace Chapuys feelings or that she was carrying Philip's bastard when she lay with him? She did not why she should even care but she did. When Eustace Chapuys in a fit of rage revealed that he had lain with Mary, Elizabeth felt hurt and she felt as if the air had been sucked out of her lungs, just as he felt when Bess revealed the truth about Mary's "sudden" pregnancy. Only two weeks after her marriage to Philip of Bavaria she revealed she was with child. Oh her father and his newly crowned queen -in her triumph for bringing baby Edward in the world and surviving child fever, her father could not help but crown her in a lavishing ceremony that surpassed her own mother- Jane Seymour did not waste long in announcing the news drinking for good health of Mary's heir.

Her father boasted that this was proof that they were blessed. "There is no such thing as too much power" her father said as he rose with his merry queen Jane Seymour, wishing all their subjects a happy Christmas and a happy new year. What new year could it be? While Mary and Philip of Bavaria were eating their meal, blessed to be favored by all of His Majesty's subjects, others below lay miserable unable to touch their food at the thought they would be spending another lonely Christmas without their loved ones.

Everyone was dancing, including Mary and Philip though they were very careful not to get too excited. Philip did not want to endanger Mary and risk her chance of providing her father with another male heir. Mary was so sure she was carrying a male child that she boasted that this was the lord's doing and everyday she went to sleep, God granted her a vision of her little boy. "He has the brightest blue eyes and my husband's black hair" she would go on saying, and Elizabeth pretending to have fun, felt guilty that she was here laughing with her sister and her brother in law while the Imperial Ambassador was below, again below. Another wretched soul regretting what he'd done and praying not only for his soul, but the soul of his lady. It amazed Bess how much people risked for love. He was a man of no moral qualms and yet here he was regretting everything he had done for his sister, but here he was her true knight in shining armor suffering at her expense. He was still loyal. Why was he loyal? 'Why are you so loyal Eustace?' She had never used his Christian name when she thought of him. But seeing him there lonely and mourning for his lost love, refusing to look at the high table except when he was forced to, to have something worthwhile to report back to his master, Elizabeth could not help and feel pity.

~o~

1534, May 25th

Winter came and passed. Spring was dying fast and Mary's belly grew was growing larger than usual. The astrologer her father had paid came highly recommended. He predicted that Mary was carrying not one but two boys. It explained for her large belly and the several kicks she had felt coming from the baby (now certain she was carrying babies -after the physicians examined her to confirm the astrologer's prediction). Philip showed her love and devotion each day when he came into their chambers. He couldn't be more happy for them. It was a great year. The Queen was in her best colors, riding with His Majesty. Her brother as his mother was growing stronger each day and showed no signs of weakness. It was a moment for celebration.

Everyone who should be celebrating was, everyone who did not feel were locked up in their rooms to drunk to report back to their masters. He stabbed himself in the heart, in his sleep he dreamed he was being hung, quartered and drawn for his sin. In those dreams he was discovered for the disloyal, liar that he'd been for deflowering the Lady Mary. She was not his Princess anymore, he had lost all notion of what was important the minute he began to realize that she was pregnant with Philip's offspring. She had known all along that she could be carrying Philip's damned offspring, that impoverished heretic Duke's children and yet she lain with him.

He convinced himself that it was all his fault. He should not have kissed her! Why did he kiss her. His dreams always ended with him lying, confessing that he had raped her to spare her the humiliation and the guilt of having sinned. After all this time he found himself madly in love with her.

He sunk his head in his hands.

~o~

The music ended and the stood both of them looking at each other both feeling completely trapped by each other´s eyes

everyone was looking at them including Mary but that didn't matter to them and even though Eustace´s brain had been screaming at him to behave since the beggining of the dance

he bowed to her deeply, as he had never bowed to her

And they left the dance floor, Elizabeth searching for something to drink followed by Eustace.

When she and he regained their breaths she took his hand softly in hers still with the mark of his nails and some traces of dry blood

"You should get your hand cleaned" She whispered not looking at him afraid he see her blush, she never blushed.

Elizabeth opened her eyes. Today dancing did not seem as attractive. She had felt Mary's jealous eyes the last time she was on the dance floor. It was the beginning of spring in March, her favorite season of the year when she noticed the Ambassador looked more miserable than usual. Mary asked her something she could not remember now, but she had said no and moved past her army of people and asked the Ambassador for his hand. It was an unusual sight. The bastard daughter of a witch and a whore and the son of commoners dancing together. Completely different people, different backgrounds, different religion but similar personalities. They both saw themselves as crusaders fighting for their cause to no end. They did not care what everyone said about them, and they were willing to fight anyone and step over anyone if that got them to their goal.

Elizabeth saw herself reflected in the Ambassador's eyes and it pained her, deeply pained every time he looked at Mary.

Fortune smiled on her, Eustace missed the blush because she was very quick in turning her head low avoiding his gaze.

"Since when do I listen to anyone's advice?" he asked playfully.

This became enough for Mary, and more when Philip found himself saying that it was rather nice of her sister to dance with such a "lonely fellow"

"Where are we going?" Philip asked as he was being dragged away from the mess hall. Their wedding was less than a week away, and the Queen Jane Seymour would be there along with her half brother the Duke of Cornwall and Prince Wales Edward Tudor, why was Mary now all of the sudden angry when she would be rejoicing?

"Just go" was all she said as they disappeared from the scene.

Elizabeth on the other hand did not pay attention to Mary and Phillip leaving "Really, you really, should have this cleaned what if it gets infected?"

"I doubt it will"

"Are you always so certain Excellency? Even the smartest of men are found to be wrong most of the times and in such little things like this one"

He opened his mouth to answer but she said: "But please Excellency it could, what if it does, these things can be serious especially if you don´t cleaned"

She didn't let him answer and took her handkerchief and wet it in some water roses close by taking his hand again gently.

"Lady Elizabeth you don´t have to..."

"Shhh." She whispered passing it through his palm

"You are very stubborn milady" He said ruefully the playful smile reappearing and pushing the cold demeanor which he was known by.

After a moment had passed and his wounds, she was sure, were completely cleaned, putting her handkerchief away she said looking directly at his eyes, completely serious "She should not have done that"

He didn't need to ask who "she" was and what "that" meant.

"Your sister will be Duchess and that is that. I cannot interfere in Royal affairs any more than I can let this become personal" But it was personal already, he had made it personal when he had told her countless times how her marriage with Philip would be the mistake of her life.

The people around had already diverted the attention from them and they were alone so to speak and Chapuys and Elizabeth made their way to her quarters to where he was escorting her.

After a few moments of silence she said "But you love her. And she knows that"

"She doesn't"

"I never told her and I doubt she knows. Your sister thinks I care for her merely because of her cousin"

"Mary is so selfish … she doesn't know what she has"

"Usually people don´t know" He said with a smile smirk

"You should not let her treat you like that. Why can't you tell her you love her?"

"But it doesn't matter. I am just an ambassador, and in all reality she doesn't have to pay attention to me"

"And milady adding more to this comment before finish -I can't tell her I love her. Or how I feel, she is of nobler lineage than you and me, and you both are destined to be women of great men."

"I thought you hated me" Elizabeth said smiling "or my mother or my religion. Or both."

"I do not share your views and perhaps I never will for people seldom do change. Our personalities are impregnated on us since birth, if they do change then by a miracle only"

"That is a very narrow view of the world you know. People who have no faith Excellency believe the same thing, that we are all impregnated since birth. I think you and me can both agree men with no faith should have no place in this world if all they care about is self gain"

"I am afraid milady that those men are the ones who lead both our faiths. They know how to play this dangerous games you and I call politics, and they take advantage of men and women who are idealists, those who believe that dying for their cause is noble, even Sir Thomas Moore idealist but a fool was taken advantage of from these men. That is why I prefer not to think too much about religion anymore"

He had been one of the few not to ignore her, not to praise her based on her parentage but noticed her for the humanist and fighting spirit she had, something she told him, she had proudly inherited from her mother. They were one of the few people who could read others very well and yet because of their gift in deciphering others they were not the very popular.

Elizabeth became tired of waiting for the Imperial Ambassador to appear. She spotted his aide, Rupert Fleming. Odd name, she thought. Eustace had told her it was because Fleming was from Flanders, hence his last name. But his family had moved to England when he was very little so he barely had any recollection except the stories his parents told him of his place of birth. He was everything a man could ask in a servant, he was loyal, responsible but he was also blunt and he was somebody Eustace -as she called him now since they began to see themselves as something more than colleagues- could always trust.

It pleased her that he had someone he could rely on, and it reminded her of her own relationship with her recent lady in waiting Kat Ashley. She was a late minute addition to her own party in Hatfield, but since she had never shown resistance and been the fine example of obedience -more than could be said of her sister during Elizabeth's parents' marriage- her father and stepmother allowed her to have as much women in her service as she wanted, they paid for all of their expenses. Everything she wanted -Jane Seymour had said, desperate to erase any image Elizabeth had of her as the wicked stepmother or the usurper to her mother's crown. Elizabeth always expressed deep gratitude for the queen's gifts and that placed her in a favorable position in her father's eyes as well as in the other (important) courtiers.

"If there is ever anyone who demands to be pleased through his wives it is your father" One of her favorite ladies in waiting, recently widowed and single mother, duchess dowager, Katherine Romanov nee Par told her. She loved Kate, she was bold, sassy and extremely beautiful. It was no wonder she caught one of the most handsome and powerful men in Easter Europe's eye. She was taken aback when the Russian Ambassador told her of her husband's death. Apparently he had not listened to the Czar's advice and gone out horse riding in the terrible weather, promising that he would finish the hunt before anyone else. Kate said she was not so sad at all. "He died doing what he loved, and that was adventure. He said if there was one honorable death it was on a horse, for him riding was freedom" Kate replied after Bess asked her if she missed him. She was surprised by the courage of her women, day and night they struggled to keep up with the various chores that Elizabeth demanded of them, and day after day they were saddened by the fact they hadn't seen their families in a long time. But they never complained, unlike Mary who allowed her ladies too much liberty and thus they were wild and disobedient, hers weren't, because through the strict hold they were on they became strong and resilient against any tragedy or malady. If one thing Elizabeth understood of life was that nothing was for free, you had to pay and work hard for everything God gave you, good or bad. It was a philosophy she had shared with her mother and she now shared with Eustace.

Coming closer to Fleming, she called him by his Christian name and asked on his master's whereabouts.

Fleming's face became grim. "What is it?" She demanded.

He sighed. "I am afraid he has not been well since you last saw him." He confessed, he felt no reason why he should lie. He had noticed his master's attention slowly turn to the Lady Elizabeth and personally he could not help but feel relieved, if only his master was not so stubborn in his feelings for that heartless and frivolous ice queen who broke his heart.

Elizabeth's eyebrows became furrowed. "But that was a week ago" she complained leading him out of the ball room and into a dark part of the castle where they could chat more freely. "Tell me what is really going on?"

"Milady it is not wise nor my place to tell you" He nearly begged her not to tell her what really ailed his master. Why should he troubled her any further? His master had given him strict instructions not to tell another soul, but this is not just another soul his mind whispered, this is Lady Elizabeth and she is the only other soul besides yourself who does care for him. Let her know.

After much demanding of him to tell her crossing her arms against her chest, threatening to go to his chamber directly and stay there until she received an answer, Fleming told her.

"It is not fair, and God forgive me" Fleming said knowing he was speaking out of turn. "but she has had an effect on him no other woman has. Did you know that his son died a month and a half ago? I am not supposed to tell you this, but he told Mary this, and it was the same night they slept together"

"How do you know, he told me it was only him that entered her chamber"

Fleming smirked allowing adding a little humor to his master's dark situation -"My master can't keep his mouth shut." He then turned to shake his head "She told him that she loved him and he said that she was only marrying the Duke out of duty that it was not something she was looking forward to, I guess he lied"

Elizabeth widened her eyes, she had been doing that a lot lately, it seemed this man who took her heart and soul by storm was full of surprises, indeed her mind confirmed after Fleming told her that Eustace had taken it very hard when Mary announced her pregnancy, just one week after Elizabeth revealed the truth of that pregnancy to him.

Elizabeth's hand flew to her mouth. "No" she whispered. "He told her that his son had died and she still used him?" She repated not believing "Why didn't he tell me this, why didn't you tell me about this before Fleming?" She demanded, tears were being formed in her eyes. She had never cried, not even when she heard the canons announce her mother's death. They were never as close as they wanted to, her mother's ambition had been the main obstacle that kept them apart, not to mention her own grandfather who became more worried about their position than his own family's well-being. Elizabeth barely remembered seeing him, but whenever she did she hated that man. He was nothing more than an opportunist and at first when she met the Imperial Ambassador she believed he was one like her grandfather too. She used to compare Eustace with her grandfather, but when her mother's fall became inevitable she began to see him in a new light and there were days when she would look to steal a glance from him, anything to drive him away from her sister. Her sister who was the epitome of purity and maidenhood all over Christendom, Elizabeth couldn't help but feel jealous for it, and she thought that if she could take the one person she cared the most for (at least it seemed so back then) it would be like exacting revenge against all of her mother's enemies -mainly Catholics. Time though ironic as it always was, turned those feelings of jealousy into something more and from her hatred to the Catholic servant, flourished sympathy, pity and later on friendship that was now love. She was sure Eustace felt the same, but it was the memory of her precious Mary that always got between them. God how she hated her sister for doing this to him!

Above all she felt hurt. Why had he not told her he had a son? Was he ashamed of his bastard? Did he think she would think any less of him for having a child out of wedlock? Why would he tell Mary instead? Damn her, it had to be always Mary who got everything. The praise, the people's approval, she was the eldest the fairest of the land and now as a reward for her fruitful womb, the most fertile!
Nobody saw her sister as she and Eustace did, but God damn Eustace too for being so blind and too stubborn. He was a masochist who loved to be beaten and like any good Catholic he saw the pain as his only means to be happy.

"Take me to him" she suddenly said. Fleming ran after the Lady Elizabeth after he said no. His master was right, she was a woman of indomitable spirit who once her mind was set on something there was no changing it back. Elizabeth ignored Fleming's warning and raised the skirts of her dress higher as she raced through the stairs to find Eustace's chamber. She was younger and therefore had an advantage over Fleming.

When Fleming finally caught with her he warned her he was really sick and might not be suitable for company. "I do not care" Elizabeth said and moved past him. "Open the door"

Fleming shook his head, he was not sure who was more stubborn if his master or this red haired Tudor girl.

Fleming opened the door for the Lady Elizabeth and she stepped in. She heard the door closed behind her. There he was, with his back supported by two pillows that were dirty with his sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Fleming?" He asked gruffly.

"No" she said in a loud voice that demanded obedience.

"An angel?" he said hoarsely.

His eyes landing on her beautiful blue eyes. For a moment he believed she was the answer to his prayers, that is until she revealed her true self.

"It is Elizabeth."

Eustace opened his eyes more and indeed it was her. "You should not be here" He said looking away. He didn't want her of all people to see him like this, so disgusting, so weak. It was one thing if Mary saw him like this, he was used to the humiliation of having to face her -for her cousin, his master's sake. But Elizabeth? She was a different story, it felt wrong and they had been incredibly civil to each other. She saw him as a mentor and he as pupil who caught on to life's lesson far quicker than her sister. It was embarrassing for his student to see her master like this, so frail, so weak ... and old.

"Let me die in peace -Please ...p-pl-lease"

He begged remembering his beloved Mary, when her lips first met his, the time she declared she loved him, when they became one in body and soul. She was so beautiful back then as she was now. He wished her nothing but happiness even if it was with another man.

"Eustace you are not dying cut the act. She is not worth it you hear me! She hurt you, you should hate her, be angry, think for once ... Eustace p..lease don't leave"

"Why? Give me one reason why?" he demanded coughing more.

"Me. I can´t lose you" She said decidedly but gently and softly at the same time

"You are better without me, I am not a Prince, I am not the Duke you deserve Elizabeth" he whispered his hand on her sweet face, the same face that was softer and possessed a kinder smile than her sister.

"I don´t want a duke or a Prince. I want you and even if you don´t want me I need you to live. Please Eustace I know you will always love my sister, I know you will never love me but I can´t..." She felt tears in her eyes "I can´t"

"Oh my God" Eustace spoke aloud his thoughts, rising up and gathering a force he did not know he yet had, he grabbed both her cheeks.

"Hearing you speak like this, I can see through the eyes of a young Aphrodite the woman who should have been my first. Oh Elizabeth if only I could be with you, give you everything."

She placed her finger on his lips "Get better please. I ask nothing more of you"

Eustace now felt the motivation to get better not only for his sake, but for Elizabeth's, for he did not want to break her heart.

"Will you stay?" He whispered

"Always" she whispered back. I will not be like her –she thought "I will never leave you I will stay while you want me to stay"

1534, July10th.

Greenwich Palace:

Eustace got better and better with each visit of Elizabeth, and as Spring came so did summer and surprisingly it passed quickly before their eyes. As the seventh month arrived Mary went into labor.

Days later Eustace got better as he promised. But as the months passed and it was evident that Mary was getting bigger than most women in their pregnancy, Eustace and Elizabeth became closer, and Mary found herself jealous that she was being replaced by another Boleyn girl in a man she once vowed to love.

When Mary gave birth to twins, everyone was up in joy, and in that day that she gave birth so quickly, not lasting the hour of labor, Elizabeth and Eustace had been talking about theology, everyday things when Fleming showed his face in his master's study. He hated spoiling their moment; it had been a while since his master smiled at life. He did not want to ruin both their day, but news like this could not wait.

"The Lady Mary" came Fleming out of breath like he had been running for his life. "Sh-she has gone into labor"

A/N: Evil cliffy and even more evil surprise next chapter. Also if anyone knows how to make trailers I so think that my turn to evil from letters vs numbers is the song to fit this story!

R/R

~VXLP