It was a bright sunny day and Mary had just woken up from a very peculiar dream. It was not likely of her to have impure dreams but today was different. It felt like all her upbringing had come to no use, that everything that she once believed in made no sense. She felt rebellious. It was as if her inner demon was taking over. And the strangest part of it all was that she actually liked it.

Her dream had revitalized her. It made her feel alive, a way that she hadn't felt in a long time. It made her feel the need to leave this horrid place which consisted of having complete obedience to a tyrant ruler and pursue something new. Mary was tired of being held back but should she go on this little adventure that she's been longing to go on? After all what did she have to lose? Everything that she had been living for was gone long time ago.

"Lady Mary, Could I come in?" Lady Breyn asked.

"Of course you may," replied Mary enthusiastically. Lady Breyn put a glass of milk on Mary's table and headed out while thinking about her strange, perfectly happy mood.

As Mary drank milk, her mind was occupied on last night's dreams.

A little girl with sapphire, bright blue eyes was coated with chestnut brown hair flowing thoroughly down her back as she was jumping on her bed. A boy was accompanying her as he said "Princess Princess Princess, what will your majesty say when he sees us acting in this manner."

The young princess was now looking at this careful little boy examining his sparkling hazel eyes and chocolate brown hair. One thing this little princess did inherit from her father was his fondness of beauty. You needn't worry, my father loves me and I love you. With that, remark the princess kissed him.

The little boy broke free screaming "noo, this is wrong." Then the beloved princess pushed the young little boy off the bed and ran to her mother screaming "Mommy, he hurt my feelings. He's wretched mommy. Isn't this treason? He should be put in prison."

As Mary wandered off to another realm, she was surprised at what she saw next.

A man pinned her arms to the wall and hungrily glared at her. This man was breathlessly handsome with waves of brown hair falling across his face and amazing hazel eyes which glowed as it reflected Mary's own image. He had nicely chiseled features and his upper body was firm, hard, yet smooth. His skin was a light tan which made him more attractive than any man Mary ever saw. Mary thought that he looked like a Greek god. He was the type of man who any woman would hopelessly give in to his control, even if it was a saint like Mary.

"What took you so long, my love? I had been yearning for you." With that remark he locked his lips with hers. In no time, he took Mary in his arms and laid her down on a bed. Before the dream could end all he said was "Tonight you're all mine, my love."

"Tonight you're all mine, my love," she thought as she still had the alluring whisper, vivid in her mind.

"Could I go for a walk Lady Breyn", asked Mary.

"You may, Lady Mary. However keep yourself safe for you do not have maids any longer."

"You neednt worry about me, Lady Breyn for I want to know what the outside world is really like without maids glaring at my every move. Don't worry about me, Ill take care of myself."

Lady Breyn was a little hesitant at letting Mary go alone but she had no say since ladies-in-waiting were permitted to go out because they had lives of their own to take care of. Mary's case was a little different. However, Lady Breyn had no other choice but to let her go. "Is it really a good idea to send an unfamiliar, beautiful, young girl like Mary herself outside for she has not the slightest clue of what the outside world consists of? My lord, keep her safe, she is way too innocent and naive to roam around by herself," Lady Breyn thought.

As Mary strolled through the door, a cool breeze swayed her long chestnut curls back and Mary felt a feeling that she hadn't felt in a long time, peace and serenity. As she rode off to her unfamiliar destination, she took glimpses of the beautiful flowers of colors of purple, red, yellow and blue that lay in her view. She heard the chirpings of birds and enjoyed the cool earthy, natural smell. For once, she felt thankful. She thanked god for her freedom. Although, she may still have to get unfamiliar, heart aching visits from her father and the harlot Anne Boleyn, she was simply happy not being imprisoned and guarded everywhere she went. And just maybe, she would get used to her new life and maybe even grow to love her half-sister Elizabeth like a sister should.

But for now, Mary felt spontaneous. She didn't know what to expect and strangely she loved knowing this. If her world had been turned upside down in a few short weeks, imagine what else was in store for her. Maybe this was her destiny. Maybe, she wasn't meant to be a queen, but an adventurer; a young girl who goes on an adventure to find herself; to find her soul, something which many members of her long-gone royal family had left behind a long time ago.

As she walked outside the gate, she saw many people walking and to her surprise all their eyes were on her. Men were smiling at her as they walked by. She simply smiled back. In a way; she was content when she realized that even though she was just a lady-in-waiting, she still held the spotlight in her hands.

As she was walking ahead, she was merely observing all of the peasants in her view. She was comparing their lifestyles to the one she used to have. Mary was starting to realize how low efforts King Henry, her father had made to take poverty away from his people.

To her amazement, an adorable little girl with pale, blond hair along with the brightest blue eyes that Mary had ever seen came to her and said "You are very pretty. Did you see my Papa anywhere?"

Mary bent down to face the little girl. "Why thank you, no I haven't, why, do you need help finding him?" Mary asked as she smiled at how innocent the little girl was. "Yes, milady, I lost him. I don't know where he is."

"Could you tell me how he looks like, darling?"

"Yes, he has brown hair and he is re-aaaaallly tall and, and I forgot."

Mary was now giggling at low lovely this little girl was. "What is your name sweetheart?"

"Layy-llaa" she answered stuttering in a high pitched voice.

"She is such an angel, I must help her" Mary thought. Mary loved children and that was exactly what prevented her from despising Elizabeth in the first place. After all, Elizabeth was just an innocent little child.

John was amused by the familiar sight. He finally found his niece and was just watching his little girl conversing with what seemed to be a beautiful young lady.