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Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, favorited, and read this fic, I greatly appreciated. Thanks to SSLE for helpng me with this chapter ages ago, I have made some changes as the story changes and the language changes too as we come to one of the first climaxes of this story. Secondly I want to thank MimiDubois for helping me select the perfect song for this chapter.

Notes regarding the last chapter: Grammar errors were corrected and scenes were altered adding more to the last Philip and Anne scene so if you want to go back and read it.

Chapter #33: Spring tide has come early

"Spring is here, the sky is blue
Birds will sing as if they knew
Today's the day, we'll say "I do"
And we'll never be lonely any more
Because we're going to the chapel
And we're gonna to get married
Going to the chapel
And we're gonna get married
Gee I really love you
And we're gonna get married
Going to the chapel of love
Bells will ring, the sun will shine
I will be hers, and she'll be mine
We'll love until the end of time
And we'll never be lonely any more"

~"Chapel of Love" by Elton John

1558, November 1st

Royal Procession to Westminster:

As Annie had promised court reconvened in Westminster, London city where everyone waited for the arrival of the Queen of Scotland. George was anxious yet he appeared strangely calm to the general public when they toured the city streets, crowded with people, rich and poor, lining up to see the former Princess' youngest son who would become the future King of Scotland.

If only in name since the marriage contract stipulated that the Queen would not be stripped of her power and only in her absence would two Regents be appointed, who would naturally be George and her bastard brother

And they had another reason for being present at the ceremony, this would be the last time they'd ever saw their beloved Queen again who'd been the backbone of her husband's reign.

"God bless her!"

"God bless Her Majesty, the Queen of England!"

"Good cheer for you Your Majesty"

"May God bless Spain with your presence as He has blessed us with yours"

They shouted and extended their arms to her to receive her blessing. She threw kisses and waved at them. The crowd went mad with joy. They hoped their new King would grow into a fine man like his father. Philip had began to guess that the legends surrounding Edward's reign had been largely exaggerated, largely in part by Annie and the council who wanted to glorify the magnificence of the pomp that had received Edward when he'd come home "triumphant" from his battle against the French when he'd been at Calais.

The truth was now lost in fiction. Edward's cavalry had arrived later than when it was supposed to, but with a force that surpassed the French troops, they had taken the French by surprise and won the battle. The new truth told that Edward single handledly commanded his troops and there was no mention whatsoever of his reinforcement coming in and breaking the lines of supply from the enemy.

Edward was a God in people's eyes. He was THEIR God and like his father his god-like image was captured vividly on the title page of a new translation of the Bible. In it was included his father seated at his left, at the top shining brightly above them was his son. It was an effort to supplant the holy trinity with something real, something the people could relate to and identify with. It was also an effort to increase nationalist sentiment in response to the changes occurring to the country during his religious reformation.

"Ours is to cleanse, never to destroy" He claimed but just how different was this statement from Catholic monarchs who claimed the flames of the Holy Inquisition were for the same purpose?
Everyone had their truths according to their perspectives, their experiences and the God they followed, but none were more prejudicial than those bordering on fanaticism.

Also at the time it had been issued Annie had suffered a miscarriage. After the miscarriage she had convinced Edward not to include her on the cover and place instead the son she claimed she promised she would deliver him. Whether swallowed it or not, it was not a matter for debate, he'd listened to her council as he'd done countless times and done and had abide to her wishes.

Philip could see what Annie was doing. She was trying to appeal to the general public -including the conservatives (who were not necessarily Roman Catholic but followed doctrine nonetheless)- by balancing their interests against the strong Evangelicals who rejected this moderate -almost pagan, they claimed- approach of new religious doctrine. By allowing the two factions to neutralize each other, she strengthen the position of government. Like he would have done, she listened to all factions but favored none, but took what she could from each and used it to her advantage, never giving too much credit to each.

If her son was any wise by the time he grew up, his approach would be the same as his mother's and with God's help he would grow to be a different King from his father, a full fledged radical even for heretic standards, or a blood thirsty tyrant as his grandfather and great grandfather had been.

"Bluff King Hall" There were ballads made in his honor. Despite all he'd done he was remembered as a good sovereign to the people of England who looked on his memory with happy, toothless smiles and grins. He'd been called: "The handsomest Prince in Christendom" and they maintained his appearance had never looked so regal, so monstrous yet so magnificent at his death, ignoring the reality these people who'd never laid eyes on this mad King but only heard what they wanted to hear. That their King was a good King and a great one and had made England the greatest nation in all the world and never England had been so lucky and prosperous under his reign.

Annie preyed on her people's affection for their fallen King and taking advantage of their optimism and ignorance that often go hand in hand with the unfortunate and lower classes seeking desperately for hope, for her grandfather's god-like image, she used the same formula with her son putting him on a godly pedestal. Paintings, portraits, miniatures, scripts, poems, ballads, festivals in honor of her young one were circulating the country and in a matter of months maybe less, her son would be elevated to God.

Philip mentioned his concerns to Ruy who merely shrugged his shoulders and reminded him this was England, not Spain. A complete different country, separate from Europe in every way, could he not accept the way things were and get on with it? If only he was so carefree as his friend, he would see things so easily.

He was a King who'd been chosen to lead the campaign against the heretics yet his wife was a former heretic and until she left the country she would remain one and so would every condemned soul in this country, including his two stepchildren. His only hope remained in his wife who'd thankfully been baptized in a dual ceremony, a heretic and a Catholic one by her mother and father respectively, and of course in Diana who was a child not easily misguided by the devil and had started to grow tired of all this pomp and ceremony in her native country.

"Where are you going?"

Philip got down from his horse and offered no explanation but gave her a discreet kiss in her left cheek and gave her a letter before he and Ruy went to their respective chambers she had prepared for them.

Annie rolled her eyes. She was getting used by now at his antics. She tore the seal of the letter. Not here, her mind was telling her but she was very curious to see what the King of Spain had up his sleeve. Another trick, another naughty business of his where she would play the student and he the teacher? She read through the contents and could not believe her eyes -After Viscount Rochford has wed Her Majesty the Queen of Scotland, let us celebrate their union with our union of our souls. Yours ~Philip H.

Annie rolled the parchment and after being helped from her horse where her saddle and her reigns, her hunting boots were carefully redesigned due to her bad leg, gave it to Philippa whom she told to burn it.

Seeing the young woman, and newly married Dudley matron, wearing a puzzled expression she whispered "I will spare you the details but a little eagle will be visiting my chambers tonight"

Philip tilted her head and opened her mouth in reply "Annie!" but Annie held her hand up and Philip went silent.

"No Philippa I do not want to hear it!"

Philippa walked to her mistress, her close walk to the Queen Dowager and the hushes and the whispers had the other ladies in waiting walk at a certain distance to give their mistress and their companion the appearance of privacy.

"Annie think about what the people will talk. You could be carrying his child right now. You know how Spain will bicker if they find you conceived out of wedlock. They are crazy for laws and morals in that country." She hissed in her friend's ear.

Annie shrugged. She was not stupid as her friend thought, just because Philip warmed her bed, that did not mean she lost her common sense.

"Well you better start showing it then, drink some herbs, I know a woman in town who knows about how to prevent-"

"No you better than to tell me that"

"But Annie ... Anne" she said in the serious voice that always forced Annie to listen "this could ruin your reputation, forget about Spain and their laws and religion, what about your son? Are you going to let rumors about his mother's folly run wild because she was too hot with desire to wait for her wedding? Your mother wants an excuse to take your son out of the throne and install her other grandson, that sickly boy Albert, instead."

Annie sat on her chambers. She well knew. She had her elbow on the arm of her chair, her head resting on that arm's hand. "You think I don't know?" She asked once they were alone "It troubles me every day but if it happens it happens and don't look at me with that face Pipa I am warning you I will not have another chastise from you"

Pipa shut her mouth. She swore an oath to protect her mistress from anything or anyone, including from herself. And if she had to cross her fingers behind her back and pretend she was the faithful and quiet servant than so be it. She would follow Annie to hell and beyond. Annie had promised her a place on her new household in Spain, Philip approved of her. It was a golden opportunity for her and her husband who approved as well. If Annie wanted to remain in Spain, married to Philip and become accepted she had to act as the perfect Queen. There could be no stain on her record. Pippa would get the leaves somehow and while their duration in England they would guarantee the Queen was free of scandal.

After the traffic of carriages, litters, horses, wagons, army, and crowds gathered around them shouting blessing at them; they finally arrived to Westminster. Elizabeth got down from her carriage, Fleming helped Eustace and once inside she noticed for the first time George's bruised cheek. She turned to Eustace her eyes questioning and demanding.

"George had a small fight with one of the youngest nobles...it is all settled now, it was just a brawl" He answered.

Bess bit her lip. Did he think she was a fool not to notice the difference between a petty fight and a major one? She decided not to argue with him, after their son was married at last she would bring this topic into discussion when Annie presided tonight over the celebration banquet in her brother and cousin's honor.

George did not eye the Scottish queen when she came to the room; it had to be his brother who nudged him on his shoulder that forced him to look up. He was stunned by what he saw.

She was admittedly beautiful. Nothing like the wrench he had read about. She was dignified with long hair –judging by the many braids in her hair held up by beautiful red ribbons and gemstones- that was the color of the sun and her eyes were of the darkest blue he'd ever seen, mysterious, mischievous, secretive and they were pulling him in. Her fingers were long and thin just as her waist but her hips were not and her lips were rosy whereas her skin was white yet her cheeks were a darker shade of pink. She was stunning.

Katherine had to blow her fan faster, she felt stung with jealousy when she watched George become speechless at the sight of that Scottish pig! They agreed he would be cordial; he didn't have to admire or be obvious about it!

Anne greeted her cousin and their guest the Scottish queen who had been kept captive, for her safety -Annie and her councilors had argued in her best residence in Scotland.

"Cousin we welcome you, England is happy to see you are safe" She said and Philip could not help but not help but fall more into admiration for her. The way she handled herself, like a natural born leader, he saw Tratasmara traits in her that he was certain she'd inherited from her grandmother Katherine of Aragon.

Mary Stuart curtsied to her. So this was the rumored bastard consort of his late Majesty? She was surprisingly cordial and gave an air of trust, but Mary knew after all the betrayal she suffered in France and Scotland that it was not good to trust too soon before knowing a person well. Her mother had learned that lesson too late in her life.

"Your Majesty" She said in a melodic voice that made George's eyes widen and Katherine burn with more jealousy.

They had agreed he would be nice to the little minx nothing more!

"It is my pleasure to see you well, I prayed day and night for you when we heard of your accident" Anne smiled at her apparent sincerity. Mary's eyes then traveled to the man next to the dowager queen.

"Is this my husband to be?" She asked in a neutral voice her eyes locking with George's.

George finally found his voice "Yes, Your Majesty. I am...and it is such an honor to meet you." He said bowing to her and taking her hand kissing it, taking a little more time than what he should

"Welcome to England" he said taking his lips from her soft hand. Her skin was pure white and her hair was brighter than any woman he had ever seen, she was the image of her namesake the holy mother herself.

The boy did not seem as bad as she had imagined. She still saw him as bastard Bess Tudor's boy, a boy lower than her but a grandson of kings nonetheless through her mother's side. He was tactful and easy to please she could see, but his eyes held a passion she had not seen in any man before.

"I am very satisfied for being here" She said, not meeting his eyes.

He cleared his throat to try to get her eyes' attention but it only got worse as she said with little interest in him "Is My Lord ill?"

Another mockery, everyone laughed around him, Annie's sudden glare made everyone shut their mouths immediately. But George didn't care. She could say as much as he wanted. Her look of indifference -as her eyes finally met his and she saw her betrothed for the first time, with callous eyes she studied him and her lips turned upwards into what seemed to resemble a smile, but a smile nonetheless!- only made his interest for her deepen. He was out of her reach and she was playing hard to get. What was this scheme this siren, this Scottish-French creature was playing at to ensnare? Was it true then what they said -that she made men loose their minds and murdered them as her mother in law murdered her brothers in laws to clear the way for her husband?

"No ...No, I am not. I am ... enchanted Your Majesty. Your coming here is a blessing to us all and I offer you my sincere and utmost devotion to my future wife, mistress, and Queen" he said with full decorum giving a shorter, but quick nothing short of dramatic, bow creating some distance between them -as he'd been advised to by his father who had more experience dealing with royals and going through pomp and their ceremonies than anyone else.

What sick, twisted, and depraved, gamed did she have up her sleeve? George would not mind now being part of her little experiments.

Skillful, clever, little minx. She had ensnared him and for once he didn't mind being on the bottom of the bed, hooked.

Anthony's expression was one of surprise like his parents. They had expected George to cause a scene that would annul the treaty of Rus-Lys -named after the Bishop and his see where he presided over, responsible for negotiating the marriage contract with England's ambassador in France, Lord Henry Cary, first Baron of Hundson and maternal cousin of Elizabeth Tudor. Anthony's uncle had warned his mother about the dangers this Queen posed to her son and advised to school George against the evil touch heretic women whose specialties were the arts of seduction, had on men, weak of heart and spirit, young love sick men like her son, had on them.
Anthony saw no reason to fear this monarch. She owed her good fortune to England. She was even if she was far away in English custody. Annie had her spies everywhere, now her father's naturally since she'd soon leave for Spain, then her son's when he came of age. Nowhere the Queen goes she would be without escort or her bastard brother's informants -who were his -in theory. Practice was a different reality. The men were all under the crown's payroll and would only report to their official master what he needed to hear.
The Queen had no reason then, or her bastard brother and other pretenders, to plot against her Royal cousins. George would not let her anyway. Love sick young adult that he was, not even his passion would go that far as to override his common sense.

Elizabeth played with her fingers, her hands firmly held on her back, as she watched the young Scottish Queen and her son interact. It was more than she'd expected from George but less than what she'd expected from this golden haired, pale face, blue eyed enchantress Queen.
Her cold eyes studied George and saw him as a wounded animal. She prayed England knew what it was doing and that George would not fall for her. Get her sons, get her heirs, that was all that mattered. The rest she could have cared less though part of her did want to see her son happy but marriage was an act of duty not love.

"And I am honored with your presence and might I say you are more beautiful than your painting my queen" he added. He stood completely breathless, besotted by her deep blue-ocean eyes.

Mary raised her eyebrows. She was half amused, half impressed. "I can assure you My Lord you've also made an impression"

Anne cleared her throat sorry to break this lovely scene. "Oh yes" Mary Stuart said remembering there was a ceremony to attend to. They had rushed into the negotiations because the Lord Protector fearing his adoptive country would be open for invasion, wanted to make sure Scotland would be a nation they could control once and for all ending as well all wars between both nations.

"We must do as Her Majesty wishes I am after all England's ally and will remain so now that I will have a husband to aid me in government" she vowed looking back at George who blushed.

Annie thought that perhaps there was hope for her brother after all. She smiled lightly at Mary.

On her side, Katherine was furious and Mary was not very happy as well. Even though she had tried to convince herself, she was very angry with the fact that Philip had in the eyes of everyone, exchanged shamelessly her daughter for Annie

She would not rest until she saw that bastard punish for all the hurt she had caused her and her family. She had taken everything from Mary, first Henry, then Katherine's marriage exchanged now for a boy they must make sure she brings a son, and now -as she saw to her other (smiling) daughter- even Isabella.

Mary Stuart was led to her private chambers where she stayed for a few hours until they were all moved to Westminster Abbey where the ceremony was not short of spectacular. Among Mary Stuart's ladies that Anne allowed her to borrow to help dress her was none other than Isabella and her future mother in law, the indomitable Bess Chapuys-Tudor

Mary had stayed behind. "My Lady" Said a voice that crept behind her and she turned around and saw the King. His expression was one of dread. What is he doing here? She had more reason to dread him than he. She would have appreciated if his father had fought harder for his and his loving aunt. He was the Emperor, his mercenaries had sacked Rome, he'd taken the pope into protective custody. He could have threatened Clement to rebuke his cousin, his predecessor before pope Adrian, did in regards to her parents' marriage. It was not enough he issued a dispensation and sent a legate in her defense declaring under the good will clause she should be left Princess of England. He could have issued a dispensation overriding prior papal decree!

It was all so simple. Why had he not done it? Did Charles need so much of his father during his war against France that he forgot that blood was more important than gold or power?

Men, they were all the same. They accuse us of vanity. But they were no different, they thought with their vanity and with their male organ.

Poor, foul creatures. So easy to coerce, vulnerable, so easy to bend to one's will.

"Your Majesty I didn't see you there!" She exclaimed making an effort to smile. Her look of terror was genuine. He looked like a specter dressed in black and darkblue and his white skin made it more terrifying.

He did not return her smile "Yes I suppose you didn't. I only wish to tell you something"

"Yes?"

Philip scowled at her defiance of him. She was supposed to address him as His Majesty. He was a King of Spain born of the two greatest houses in Europe, she was a Tudor who'd been disowned by her father and the pope. She was in no position to play the familiarity card with him.

"I am the King of Spain and I have survived this long because I can read the people around me. You haven't fooled me and neither has your daughter Katherine … If something, anything were to happen to my Queen or anyone related to us I will show you the King that heretics fear " He whispered, approaching her, staying very close.

"But Y-Your M-Majesty why would I do something to your future daughter. God my daughter! She i-is … my p-p-p-pride and jo-joy" She stammered receding "I would never dream of hurting her."

Philip smiled. It was a strange, twisted smile. Cruel almost. "I know what you did to Annie. You are not only the only one to have spies and conversations with your husband are highly unadvised don't you think?"

Her expression remained baffled. He had to give it to this annoying woman, she was an excellent actress and she almost convinced had it not been for the momentary rage flashing in her eyes when she realized she'd been discovered.

"Your Majesty how could you think such things?"

Her voice turned lower and sorrowful "I would never do anything to Anne Elizabeth, I vowed after my son's death to protect her and so I have"

Tears streamed down her cheek.

Oh she was good, very good.

The she added her eyes glimmering with happiness as Diana's image came to mind. That child always made her feel at peace and she had to deliver her best performance so he'd see her feelings for her granddaughter were genuine and not to take her from her. "Look at Her Highness Diana, I nursed her when Her Majesty was asleep, I nursed my youngest granddaughter and I nurse her still. I would never harm them, I love them"

Even acting she could not bring herself to acknowledge Annie as her daughter.

"I agree with that. You love Diana but Annie is a different matter. I know that it was you who pushed down the stairs." He whispered "I won't say anything and even if Anne never remembers I know that God will be the one to punish you." He then added seeing the woman paralyzed by horror "But I will always keep an eye on you and your daughter" He whispered and then gave her a small nod "Good night my lady"

Mary gasped when he was gone. Damn her, she thought, damn her daughter and damn any child of hers and Philip. In that moment Mary became determined that if she was to advance her family's position she had to take matters in her own hands and make sure no matter what Katherine got a son, anything at this point from the Prince before that bastard queen did.

Isabella let the Scottish Queen's hair fall freely on her back. She thought that her own hair was the brightest but she was clearly mistake. The Stuart woman was young and she no doubt was fertile and George being as young as she was would provide Scotland with an heir that would bring peace to both kingdoms. "My husband he is your cousin" The Queen asked in her typical French accent. All her time in France since she had escaped Henry VIII forces, made her more French than Scottish. Her own attire, behavior and vows written her wedding had been said entirely in French earning some disapproval among her husband's English peers and that included his own mother.

She wanted the consummation to be special and not be just out of duty like it had been with her sickly late husband the Dauphin.

"Yes" Isabella said putting the brush aside ready to leave. "What does Your Majesty wish to know?"

"Is he ... gentle, a good man?" The Queen asked slowly.

Isabella raised her eyebrows. What could she answer? "He is a good man Your Majesty. Only" she said choosing her words carefully "a little misguided. He needs to grow up"

"Misguided ... " Mary began waving her hand dismissively as if to get the conversation going and move on to her next point "by who?"

Isabella smirked. This Queen was no idiot. She caught on everything fast "By a woman he used to fancy and he is highly influenced my Queen you will have to be careful and teach him to think by himself"

"And who is this woman? Tell me I need to know. I cannot let my country be ruled by two sovereigns one whom the people doubt and by my husband who is ruled by emotions" She demanded -she had put it as best as she could but she was never one to guard her opinions.

"My lady, that is not wise"

"Do I understand that you refuse to obey my command?" She gave a mock gasp "Bring in the guards" she said with a light chuckle that sounded more like a cackle and carried some menace to it.

Isabella sighed "It's my sister Katherine"

"Your sister ... his cousin?" She asked and later she did something that caused Isabella to widen her eyes. The Scottish Queen laughed. "Oh I thought it was someone worse. She is not so bad, she is to leave isn't she? I know my husband did not chose me and I did not chose him, but rest assured he will learn with me and he will soon forget your sister when his mind start to turn to greater matters like working with the Scottish parliament and convincing them to give me the respect I deserve."

Her good English was overshadowed by her thick French accent.

Isabella smiled at the Queen's optimism. Indeed she was right. Katherine was about to leave and even if something were to happen to Carlos, she would only return to England when George was in the Highlands. They would never see each other again.

The time had come. Isabella was dismissed and left for her rooms. Bishop Lesley blessed the wedding bed and gave a personal blessing to the Scottish Queen and devoted his time in praying afterward for the queen's empty womb so God would make this a fruitful union.

George had never been so nervous. This was the moment of truth, the moment to prove he was a man.

It didn't help the fact that she had been married before and therefore had some term of competition. What if he was terrible?

He entered the room and there she was with a white gown waiting for him

He swallowed deeply and made an effort not to show his nervousness.

She centered her eyes on him when he took off his chemise and walked toward her. He had some muscles, broad shoulders like his father and he had inherited his grandfather's handsome features.

Pushing a strand of her blond hair aside from her face he whispered "Do you consent?" with a nervous tone but his eyes marked with determination.

"Yes" She whispered placing her lips against his, "You are my husband George" She said and he shivered at the sound of his given name out of her lips. With this he pushed her softly to the bed and unbuttoned his and her nightgown

He breathed in and out; his breath fell on the side of her neck causing her to bit her lip hard. Then her fears disappeared when George gently caressed the fair skin of her shoulders and moved his lips to hers. His hands slid down her shoulders to her waist. He followed a trail of kisses down her chest where he moved his hand on one of her nipples and his thumb caressed the soft skin around them. Her body thrust forward when his lips touched the sensitive skin around them and took long turns enjoying the sounds she got from her when he suckled on them.

She twined her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist giving a merry smile followed by a giggle and a mischievous grin; as she felt his large male organ (and it was large) red hairs that were curly and tangled tickle her tummy and slowly he descended on her, his legs pushing her legs apart, he entered her.

His thrust came as a surprise to her, she gripped the sheets of her bed and waited for his release.

George slowed his thrust as he remembered his promise to always be faithful to Katherine. Could he forsake everything they had for a simple pleasure? But this went beyond passion and pleasure. Mary opened her eyes and tilted her head at where George's eyes direction pointed too and she saw briefly in their window the magnificent view of the stars and a brighter star that put its sisters to shame took George's mind. Katherine ... she thought. I must make him take his thoughts off her.

Determined, Mary's hand reached for his face and without any words she pushed his lips to hers and wrapped her arms around him and held them on tightly as her legs never letting him go as she forced on herself with the image of his groin on her mind her release to come to give him the incentive. It did more than that, his thoughts on Katherine disappeared and very soon when the deed was done and his seed was inside her he found himself asking, numb with pain in his joints and Mary safely wrapped in hs arms, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder; who or what he'd been thinking of?

A name came to mind. Katherine. But Katherine who?

There was no other woman he could think of but Mary, his sweet Marie, golden haired, bright eyes Mary who possessed an unmatched grace and unmatched body.

Who was this Katherine? Numb with pain and a passion burning within as Mary's perfect soft, white, hand descended to his lower extremity, he erased all traces of his feelings for her and eventually she became nothing but a memory, an unwanted and unpleasant memory.