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I do not own nothing, the characters own themselves, the rest belongs to Showtime, OCs, Diana, Pippa, the royal twins, Felipe, Catalina among others are mine.

I haven't forgotten about this fic but been so busy with school my Jr. Sr. seminar to finish my last year in college and of course my other story which is a crossover between the Tudors and Star Wars "I Won't Apologize" I hope you take a look into it. (Thanks MimiDubois and LadyJaxs999 for giving me great ideas :D)

Anyway here is the chapter, I hope you all enjoy, Beta Read and approved by velocitygirl1980, thanks girl, check out her fic "Against All Odds"

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Chapter #41: Sinners and Pretenders

"The sin is crying we're dress like fame.
The shame of knowing the guilty
The killer instinct to play this game,
I know we're nothing but filthy.

Death club melts so strange
Death club melts so strange

We're in the death club,
all free to sin away.
Take your own life membership is pain
We're in the death club,
all free to sin away.
Take your own life silent, damn, and strange."

~"Death Club" by William Control

1559, Mid October

England - Scotland

"A toast to Prince James of Scotland"

The bells tolled for the newborn Prince. King of Scotland, Mary thought proudly looking at her son. Besides his only godmother, his grandmother, Bess Tudor, stood proudly the Lord Protector and the envoy who'd come all the way from Scotland representing Parliament, the dashing Earl Bothwell.

He has always been loyal. They both shared a smile. George twitched his upper lip down. Jealous George? Mary hoped so. They'd been through so much, they deserved happiness.

Prince James was her one way ticket to Scotland, to go back to rule.

They left the palace of Hampton the next day and arrived in Scotland in less than a week's time. They had to make a lot of stops, but Mary did not care. At last she was home, after all these years ...

George gazed at the magnificent structure. "It is beautiful" he said to his wife who turned her head sideways giving him a reassuring smile and a reassuring squeeze as she gripped his hand. She could see he was nervous though he was trying very good to hide it. Eyes never lie -her mother had told her. George was a book she had learned to read very well in a short period of time.

Behind them was Carrie McGregor, their son's nurse. They were received by the high lords and clerics and of course Foxe was there. He could not hide the delight he felt at seeing the Queen of Scotland, wed and bedded with an heir from a protestant husband.

At last -he thought- God has heard our prayers. A strong evangelical preacher he felt he was always in the right. It did not matter who he killed, who he trashed. It was all for the greater good and besides, no matter how many sins they were being accused of, in their hearts they knew they were in the right and as long as they remained faithful a spot would be reserved for them in heaven. Mary wanted to tell this so called preacher that she was no ignorant fool like he and that she understood very well what she said to her husband when they spoke in Greek.

"My Lord Foxe if I may be so bold for I am a poor woman and you know God did not give me your high intellect" she said in high sarcasm. Snickers from the conservative fashion who wished to reestablish a Catholic regime in Scotland were heard. Mary smile mentally but kept her face neutral "but me and My Lord husband have been tired, it has been a tiresome voyage may we have your blessing to leave?"

Foxe looked in disgust at this woman. The nerve of this so called Queen! Nonetheless despite her sinful ways she was an anointed Queen so he gave them leave and his official blessing. Before George left however he whispered in his ear in rapid Greek "Do not let her be your Eve it only took one temptation to lure Adam into temptation"

George did not have time to reply as his wife practically dragged him to their master bedroom.

"The man is insufferable. I would have him burned!" She screeched once they were alone.

George looked uncomfortably around him. Mary followed his gaze. "He is not a God George, even he cannot oust me!"

He grabbed her hands "Mary you should not listen to a word he says, he is only one man"

"One man that cost my mother her life-"

"Your mother died because of an accident"

"No she did not and you know that" Your family knows that! But she did not dare say it "If I had my way I would put him in the sabenico as in Spain and my eyes would dance in happiness seeing the man burned"

George shuddered at his wife's words. "This is not your Scotland or your mother's Scotland and I may sound harsh but does it matter what God we follow. The infidels called Christians and Jews people of the book, why can't we do the same? Isn't Christianity all about love they neighbor and faith alone?"

"You agree with him!"

"I do not agree with anybody but if you want to rule this country you better share it with its people love. Look around you, do you want another bloody revolt in Scotland?"

Mary did not answer this.

"Well? Mary you are a strong woman and a credit to your gender but you need to realize the reality of things. You must share this world with them, if not for me then do it for little James. Wouldn't it be better if he rules over a united Scotland?"

Mary would never agree with what George was saying but she saw the way of things and ended up nodding.

She hated Foxe, she wanted to give him the full works, try him for treason, drawn, quarter, and finally burn him. The man was a plague like Luther. He was a false prophet but she realized he was a false prophet that led many to his 'just' cause. She was going to play his game ... for now.

"But I am doing it only for you and James" She said quickly after George kissed her.

"That is all I need to hear" He said and led her to the master bedroom where he pushed her down and slid his hand underneath her chemise and said, "I think its time we give James a brother don't you think?"

Mary answered him with a passionate kiss forcing her tongue inside his mouth and pushing down his breeches to feel the pressure of his member on her belly where it slowly slid to her entrance. His legs forced hers open and began pushing himself inside her filling her with his juices.

"George" she moaned. He made her happy when he shouldn't. He was a heretic and she the lawful sovereign but God she loved him. She loved him so much.

1559, Late October

Valladolid

To celebrate the birth of the Infantes, the King of Spain had drawn over two hundred souls captured and tried by the Inquisition. The Archbishop of Sevilla, once an Infidel town and the center of one of the most powerful Taifa Kingdoms, sat next to Philip. The King gave him permission to stand, he began to read all of the charges against the accused.

"For being charged with treason, heresy, and other crimes against His Majesty and the Holy Church you are hereby sentenced to burn at the stake" He rolled off his parchment, handed it to his servant, and sat down.

Annie felt grateful Philip had excused her daughter from coming here. It was a terrible sight.

Besides them was Carlos, Catalina, and of course their eternal friend Ruy and his wife Ana Mendoza de la Cerda, Princess of Eboli. Ruy's eyes remained unmoving as her husband's, although his lips trembled at the sight of the crying figures whose fates they were about to witness.

Annie wanted to yell at Philip and tell him that this was an abominable act. Not just against God, against humanity. Philip could share his country with these people. The Muslim Kingdoms or Taifas had done so for so many years. Why did he feel the need to punish these people for professing their faith? Was seeking knowledge such a bad thing?

Annie kept her eyes fixed at one of the former priests who were amongst the Inquisition's victims. He fought to the very last end as the black robed priests -devils undercover in her opinion- put on the sanbenito.

They had been shaven and dirty so nobody would distinguish between man or woman, boy or girl. Annie momentarily closed her eyes and muttered a prayer for them, she opened them sensing something warm on her hand. She looked down. Philip's hand was on top of hers. He gave a brief smile that lasted a second before his look turned grim again.

"It must be done" his eyes were saying, she gave a slow nod and his expression commanded her to return her gaze to the spectacle.

The torches lit the priests threw them on the hay and then they mingled with the crowd of thousands that had come from all over Spain to witness and be part of the celebrations. Good vs Evil they called it.

No, today there is only one victor and his name is Ignorance and he wears the guise of Good.

Annie blinked as she smelled the stench of rotten and decayed flesh. Several people lost consciousness, others were suffocated by the smoke but not the priests. Philip wore no expression.

When the bodies of these innocent men and women who'd been burned to the stake for their pursuit of happiness and knowledge had turned to cinders, Philip stood up and unsheathed his sword and cried: "By God I will defend Christianity to the last fiber of my body" and then he put it back in his belt and took a seat smiling at his beautiful wife. Her lips twitched but she managed to smile back.

It could not be said the same for Catalina and Carlos who watched with jealous eyes as the crowds gathered around their King and Queen in the raised gallery, shouting praises and prayers for their new Queen.

Some even dared to call her the mother of the future King, Felipe Diego. He was HER son not that bastard's! How could the King of Spain allow such a mistake to happen?

Carlos whispered it would be over soon, she needed to get another son and the people will love them.

Them, not her but them. Carlos only cared about himself.

"You really think Carlos that they will love me or you" she emphasized on the 'you' "if I give them another boy. For what? So your father can take him away from us?"

"It will not happen His Majesty has promised"

Catalina snickered as she was helped into her litter. "You are so naive and more than that you are an idiot for believing your father. Don't you see as long as he or that bastard lives he can do whatever he likes"

"Catalina you are my wife but do not dare"

She interrupted him with a slap on his cheek. The King and Queen were too busy saluting the generals and the members of the Inquisition as the crowd around them gathered to notice their argument. Carlos was thankful for that "Do not dare to presume you know me Carlos for you don't. And next time you grip my arm like that I will tell your father of where you keep your dead rabbits."

Carlos was instantly silenced. How he hated the way she treated him but he had need of her.

"Jane please write a letter to my mother" Catalina said when they arrived to the palace.

Jane nodded meekly and did as she was told. However she made a copy that she sent to her husband. She was tired of being at the mercy of her former mistress' daughter and her crazed husband. Some might call it treason, she called it freedom.

Philip, Annie and Diana were in the nursery playing with the twins and little Felipe Diego whom everyone had grown used to calling now Ligo.

Brother -Ligo's eyes screamed, extending his arms out to Fernando.

"Not yet Ligo you must learn how to walk"

Philip chuckled and said, "Diana he is only one month and a half old, it will take him time"

"I learned to walk in less"

Philip looked to Annie for confirmation. "It is true although you also learned how to throw food at your mama every time they fed you"

Diana giggled and Philip winked at her. He wished Fernando could be more outgoing but he seemed only to laugh or be active when he was around Ligo.

He picked his Spanish Rose -Philip's nickname for Clara- and cradled her in his arms. Annie tried to soothe Clara but Clara had powerful lungs that could rival her older nephew's -Ligo. She did not cry when she was in Philip's arms.

Clara had began to grow small specs of hair, it was clear blond like his, she had little of Annie in her. She was all Hapsburg like her brother and Ligo and for that Philip was proud but the small charm she had he knew she got it from Annie.

She would grow to be a charmer. "I will have to keep all the boys from you" He said bouncing her off in his knee. Annie glared at him. Edward did the same thing with Diana and she was always afraid he would drop her or shake her too hard that something terrible might happen.

"Philip please put her back in her crib"

But Philip did not listen when he did he turned to see a very angry Annie staring back at him. "Perhaps" he said smoothly, "I should teach her to joust" just to see how protective his wife could get.

Annie jumped to her feet and grabbed Clara "Philip!" She said outraged.

Clara began to wiggle from her mother's arms.

"Great mama now she will not be quiet"

"Diana" both her parents said.

"I know, I know, time for me to leave." She said giving Ligo and Fernando to their nurses. "It's not fair" she said as she left "I always miss out on all the fun"

Philip walked to his wife and took Clara from her arms. She was instantly calmed. Annie huffed like an angry she wolf, she looked like she was ready to kill.

He put her down in her crib and went to Annie "She loves you but you know daughters are always closer to their father, you saw it with Diana"

"Yes but you should not be indulging them too much, they need to live their own lives"

"I know but what is wrong with me wanting them to be children?" Annie said nothing "Besides if we want to be a true family we need to make the most of our time with them"

Annie could not argue with this line of reasoning. She knew he was right and she did want to spend time with her family but between having the responsibilities of a Queen, wife, and may be Regent someday and mother ... she could not have it all! She knew this very well by experience!

"Philip, Spain expects much of you and me especially of me. Today's test was not enough"

"No but they have grown easy on you after they saw that you behaved just like a Queen of Spain ought to. You think they would have said the same if Katherine would have been my Queen"

"Catalina"

"What?"

"Catalina, she prefers to be called Catalina"

"Catalina, Katherine what does that matter? She will always be simple Lady Katherine to me. She is no better than you and the people noticed that today when she kept averting her gaze..."

"Philip was that really necessary?"

"Annie" he said giving her a passionate speaking before continuing "Spain has been through so many wars, so many hardships, there can only be room for one truth and that is our Lord's true gospel. You know a King's duty is never easy but it has to be done. I must bear the burden God chose for me. He chose me and I must bear it"

Annie wondered if Philip truly believed this or he was just conning himself to try and avoid the guilt he must feel for condemning so many innocents to their deaths?

Yet she remained silent and could only nod. She knew very well what she was getting into when she married Philip but she did not mind as long as she and Diana were happy and she loved Philip, she truly loved him and that was why she constantly feared for his well being. Would God admit him after all he had done? She prayed that one day God would grnat him illumination and that he would see the error of his ways.

Philip guessed what was going through her mind and said, "I know you do not believe me but one day when this terrible age passes and we are once again on the rightful path, people will know that what we did was for the best"

"If you say so Philip" she said with a teasing tone to ease the tension between them.

"You are so beautiful"

"Not as beautiful as you or Clara"

"Or Diana" he added.

"A mother knows her children. Edward used to say she was beautiful but as bold as our little huntress is, you and I know with Jane Seymour as a grandmother she will never grow into a great beauty or have great prospects as Clara or Margaret"

He disagreed "Nay, Diana as our daughter and a Princess of Spain will have greater marriage than her sister in England, I vow to you"

She smiled unconvinced. He had but the best of intentions for her little huntress but what had in a woman, boldness, ever achieved except for misery and a certain death?

Philip could see through her uncertainties. He kissed her heard and took her to their chamber. Annie, Philip discovered, had a strong appetite for lovemaking. Whenever she was angry he'd fondle her breasts and kiss at her neck to make her forget whatever it was that was making her angry. Annie responded, eager, to the kiss and helped Philip rid himself of all these heavy clothes and tossed his golden chain. "It is too soon" She said having trouble breathing between the kisses and the moans that escaped from her lips, she could barely recognize herself in these moments of pure pleasure and ecstasy.

"Philip ... it is too soon ... oh!" She squealed in pure delight as he penetrated her wet barrier with his fingers. "Philip" a soft moan escaped her lips as he withdrew his fingers. He did not want this feeling to end. Reading her thoughts he tore her gown and pushed himself into her pumping her with his powerful seed.

"My white stallion" She said, they called him so much an albino. Well better put the good name to use now.

Philip's ears were pleased to hear her give him that nickname. Her words were but music to his ears.

"Annie" he said murmuring in her ear, he did not let her voice her passions as he claimed her lips, pushing his tongue, for his own. He slipped one hand on her bottom as he felt their bodies slip into a state of pure ecstasy. "Does that please you my muse?"

Annie had no time to respond, she felt his love juices filling her. "Ahh!" she could not hold it any longer, her release came and their passion engulfed them both, they were drowning in a sea of pleasure until it became too painful for her for her aching leg.

Perhaps they had made another child. Perhaps ... oh how she wanted to give Philip as many children as possible. She could not stand confinement but for Philip's sake she told herself, it was all worth it.

"I hurt you" It was not a question.

She gave a slow nod "Yes you did" she said "But I am glad, you made me feel complete again" She had not had such feelings for Edward though with Edward it was different. He was always such a dutiful husband, he never cheated, drank or got so merry. Philip, he was different. He was serious and prudent but he was a beast in bed. Edward ... oh her poor Edward he was so timid even when he took her, he was so afraid to displease the Lord, it was frustrating at times.

His fingers traveled to her hair to her chin tracing lines around her swollen lips. Oh she was so delicious, how beautiful she looked even now with her swollen lips and her hungry looks. She was an exquisite animal, he never wanted to part from her.

"I love you" He whispered coming closer to her. "I love you so much I will never forget these moments"

"Neither will I ... Philip"

Perhaps they had made a child, he thought now, praying they had. The Hapsburg throne needed as much heirs as they could have, every heir was worthier than Carlos and his brood. Felipe Diego was the exception. He thanked God to be blessed with such a grandson. He was everything Carlos was and he felt guilty for wishing him to be someone he was but his son was a freak and an abomination in everyone's eyes including his. Why had God cursed him with a son like that?

At least he gave him Ligo. He and Annie loved and treated him as one of their own.

He pushed his lips on hers, there was no struggled Annie forced her tongue on his, soon it ensued a battle of the wills. He let her win and put himself on top of her. "Again?" He asked tiredly when their lips parted.

She nodded and forced his well aroused man hood into her tiny form. He didn't dare displease her, he moved faster and faster -even when- underneath her, until they finally exploded for a second time with their mutual pleasure.

How was God so good to some men? Why had he not set foot on England before? If he had Ligo would not have had to deal with such parents as his.

He thrust harder on her destroying her inner walls that she bled. "Ah" she groaned when he withdrew from her, the feeling of one being gone she could do nothing but rest her head in the crook of his neck.

"I am sorry" He knew he'd hurt her but she gave a low "shh" putting her finger to his lips. "You did not hurt me" she said "I feel much better ... down there with you"

He kissed the top of her head and waited until she closed her eyes. Philip turned to the window. God, he thought, I have been very lucky having this strong woman by my side.

"You have My Lord" she said guessing his thoughts.

"When will you go to sleep my love, I have to wake early" He said

She rested her head on his chest "When you do" She answered closing her eyes for good now.