Mary stood out of Hatfield, unsure of what to do or where to go. She walked to Hatfield's gate and just as she was about to go outside, she spotted a shadow. Curious to know what the shadow was of, she walked after it. She walked at the far end of Hatfield and she saw a man with a black robe.

"Show me your face."

The man turned around. The man was middle aged with specks of grey hair in midst of his long dark brown hair.

"Who are you and what are you doing at Hatfield? Are you a spy, do you work against my father, the king?"

Before Mary uttered another word, the mysterious man ran, climbed over the fence and left.

Mary was stunned over what had happened. But she knew that whatever the man had been up to was none of her concern since she knew very well that her father didn't need anyone else to take care of himself. But was this man after the princess Elizabeth? Could this be a possibility?

Before Mary left Hatfield, she warned the Lady Anna Belle about the mysterious man and she had asked Lady Anne Belle if she could see Elizabeth for one last time.

As Mary went into the princess's chamber, she felt at ease when she had seen how peacefully, Elizabeth slept. What made Mary smile was how Elizabeth was smiling in her sleep. She was wrapped around a white cloth as she slept serenely. Mary noticed how adorable her freckles were and how beautifully her red hair had grown. Elizabeth was bound to become a lovely young woman one day.

Mary kissed Elizabeth on her cheek and before she left she said "May you always sleep well, my Elizabeth for you'll need it when you become queen. Farewell."

As Mary left Elizabeth's chamber, many ladies-in-waiting whispered, some gave her dirty stares and some of them simply looked at her with pity; the same ones who tried to feed her. However, Mary didn't let the women hurt her for seeing her sister sleep so peacefully had brightened up her mood; left her feeling happier than she had ever been in the past two days.

Before she left Hatfield for good, she said "Farewell everybody, it was nice residing here with everyone. If I have done anything to displease or hurt anyone, please do forgive me."

Many cared enough for Mary to go and embrace her, many said good bye except for the exception of those that sided with Anne Boleyn and those who truly envied Mary to see any good in her.

Katherine Howard looked up at Mary Tudor. She just arrived at Hatfield two hours ago and she couldn't believe all that had happened. Mary was really going to leave Hatfield and her father for good. Katherine Howard really did feel pity towards her. She had also been planning to become friends with her like she always wanted to as a little girl especially since that would please Henry. Katherine stood up. She had to stop Mary.

"Mary, you can't go"

"What do you mean?"

"I know you know that I am a cousin of the Queen Anne but please do believe that I do have your best interests at heart. It is an amazing thing that you have signed the documents but Mary, your father loves you. Yesterday when he arrived at Hatfield, he asked for you and he also stayed for quite some time on your behalf. Your father would want you back at court. You would be really hurting your father, the king if you just left."

"Katherine, that's really sweet of you. Yet, you are not in my place so I am afraid you're in no position to judge my decision. Katherine, I don't want this life. I don't want a life like my mother's. I don't want to be neither a princess nor a queen or have anything to do with the king or his court. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a new life to begin."

"Mary, but I've always wanted to be friends with you as a little girl. I saw you when I was little. You were always so precious, running around gaining everyone's attention. I just want you to know that you're worth so much more than this."

"You're right Katherine; I am so much more than this. I can do so much better than this. This is why; I'm choosing this path for myself before it's too late. You're very sweet Katherine. I wish you all the best in life."

With that statement, Mary left Hatfield leaving Katherine Howard and the rest of the ladies-in-waiting stunned. They definitely had something to think about before going to sleep that night.

Mary thought about John. Every time, Mary stepped out of Hatfield, the first person that popped in her mind was him. She was definitely disappointed of how everything turned out but she knew that if there was one thing that she learned from John, it was definitely of what she wanted in her life. Mary wanted a family. Mary wanted a child that she could completely be the mother. She wanted a husband that loves her and her children endlessly. She wanted a husband that will not only be an honourable father to her children but will also love them no matter what their gender is. But most of all, Mary wanted a husband that never gives up on her and their children.

Mary walked outside the Hatfield gate. On her path, she found two children that left her heart to ache the moment that Mary laid her eyes on them.

"Your grace, my sister here is dying. She has the sweat and I have no money for a physician nor do we have had any food in our stomachs. Could you please help us?" a little boy that looked around the age of eight asked. He had shaggy brown hair reaching up to his shoulders and he wore nothing but a linen shirt. The boy had dirt on his face and he looked as if he was undernourished. Beside him was his little sister and like him, she too looked undernourished. She was a thin little girl with long, tangled, black hair. Her eyes were bright red and it was evident that she was both sick and had been crying.

At the first glance, she truly felt pity towards them. Just like them, she too lacked food in her stomach and an adequate household to live in but she instantly knew that their situation was a lot worse than hers.

Mary bent down to the little girl and asked her "what's your name sweetheart?'

Before the little girl burst into tears, she replied "Katherine. Philip, Philip, I really miss our mother." Mary embraced the little girl as she herself shed a few tears.

"Sweetheart, it's going to be alright. Your mother's probably in heaven. I am sure of it. Stay strong," Mary said not sure if she was trying to convince the little girl or herself.

Mary reached into her bag and brought out all of the jewellery that she could find.

"Katherine, take this pearl necklace. This is just for you," Mary said.

Mary put the necklace on her as she observed how much her eyes reminded her of her own mother. Not only did this little girl posses the same name as her late mother but she also looked like a miniature figure of her mother.

The pearl necklace was a present from her father when she was only four years old. The day that Mary had turned four years old, her father had held her up with the pearl necklace worn around her delicate neck in front of his kingdom as he declared her the pearl of his world. That day, Mary's father had carried her around in court, showing his beautiful daughter off to the rest of the world. He stated "This girl never cries. My daughter is truly the pearl of all of England." But those memories seemed to fade away as the days passed by.

"Philip, dear sell these jewellery and take her to see a physician." She handed him all of the jewellery except for her mother's treasured crucifix and the golden locket that had the only photo of her mother. Those two possessions held memories of her previous life that she would forever treasure; memories of her former life that she longed to keep.

"Thank you so much. Your Grace. You are so kind; kindest of all."

"Thank you," said Katherine.

"There is no need to thank me. Go sell the jewellery, eat some food and take her to the physician before it is too late."

"As you wish; your grace."

Mary said her goodbyes as she watched the two lovely children leave along with all of the ornaments that symbolized her previous title. A tear slid through her face as she watched the little girl walk away. She remembered her face, the face that reminded her of that of her mother's. Her painful eyes reminded her of her own mother's; and it reminded her of her pain; of how she died bearing both the physical pain of her sickness and the emotional pain of losing her loved ones.

"Isabella, wait." Her chestnut curls swung back and forth reaching to her lavish waist as she walked into a dark alley. She was singing a song; with a voice of a siren, she had John lured in. "All I have, all I need is the air that I would kill to breathe. Hold my love in his hands but still I'm searching on for something. Out of breath left hoping someday I'll breathe again…" She was wearing a creamy white dress that bared her soft arms and shoulders.

Even from the back, she looked beautiful. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't reach out to her. No matter how loud he was, she seemed to only be engaged in her alluring lullaby. As fast as he ran, he never got close to her pace that seemed to be as steady as his was fast.

It was still dark and the only thing that appeared was the girl that lay in front of him as a light glowed from her body as if she was an angel descended from heaven. Finally there was a door. She opened the door. He followed her and a light came out in between the door as she opened it.

As she stepped out of the door, he realized that they were at a tower. She was standing at the balcony of the tower as two guards stood right beside her. She took one glance at the audience.

He followed her and for the first time he actually reached her. But no matter what he said, he was left unheard. He touched her, even grabbed her, but she did nothing. John realized that he didn't have the strength to grab her towards him. Then she did a graceful curtsey; one that represented her royalty.

She placed her head on a spike.

"Isabell-Mary, what are you doing"

John grabbed her arm but it did no good. The guards pushed him to the ground. As the axe was about to slaughter his beloved's head, tears rushed down John's face. He hadn't cried in what seemed like forever but at that moment when the axe was about to fall down on the most delicate neck that his lips had ever stroked, he knew that her death would mean his. He was in love with her. He couldn't live without her.

But John was helpless. The axe reached her neck but before a cold dead body as well as a pool of blood could appear, Mary was no longer there. The axe hit the spike and a cool breeze wiped through John. John stood up and went near to the railing of the balcony. As he looked down, he saw a large crowd. The people in the back of the crowd looked stunned and it was hard to tell whether the looks on their face was of despair or victory.

But it was the front row that caught John's eyes. There was King Henry dressed in yellow as he smiled in victory. Right beside him was Queen Anne and she did not look any sadder than he did. She had a prideful look as she caressed his arm. Beside Anne was King Francis and just like the rest of the crowd behind him, he neither looked happy nor sad. Beside King Henry was another girl that looked so familiar to him. Brown sleek hair falling lined with green eyes. She was definitely a beauty. She was the girl that he once loved; Caroline. But it was the figure standing beside her that stunned John the most. Beside him he could see an identical image of himself. Standing there looking back at him was him. With watery eyes, and Layla sobbing on his shoulders, he was looking right back at him.

John suddenly woke up. It was at the middle of the night and John couldn't believe that he had dreamt of Mary for two days straight. But this was it. John made up his mind. He was definitely going to go see Mary and apologize. John knew that he had caused her pain but he couldn't have imagined him reacting in any other way. For quite some time, he had been thinking whether he should go see Mary or not. It was clear that Mary liked him but John knew that Mary was not meant to be with a simple commoner like him. Mary was meant to be with a prince. Mary was a beautiful princess and she deserved way more than what he could ever give her. Mary deserved someone befitting her station.

Mary entered a building that had the scrumptious smell of roasted chicken. Mary was starving and if she was going to start afresh, she definitely needed food. The restaurant had a very cool decor with wooden tables accentuated with one candle each as each couple enjoyed their dinner.

Mary approached two men, behind a large table that looked like the owner of the restaurant.

"Hello, could you by any chance offer me a job. I will serve your customers; I will cook; I will do anything. I can cook by the way. I just really need a job. And please if you cannot offer me a job, can I work for you just for tonight? I have nobody and I am very hungry."

"Calm down lady. No I'm afraid I don't have a position for you. But you could become my mistress." said a blonde-haired middle-aged man as him and his friend laughed.

Ignoring the men's harassment, Mary turned around to leave.

"Listen pretty lady, I will give you some pennies just because you have gained my pity. But why don't you catch the King's interest. You're much more beautiful than Queen Anne. He would keep you as a mistress for a long time. I hear that King Francis is also in England. Perhaps you could also catch the interest of a French king."

Hearing that remark, unable to control her anger, Mary slapped the man.

"Is that how you talk to a lady? I am willing to do anything but become a worthless harlot. And keep your pennies for your damned self."

With that statement, Mary stomped out of the restaurant as she left the man stunned by her behavior. Mary tried to remain strong and attempted to block the memories of when her mother would often cry herself to sleep when her father would accompany himself with his mistresses but it was of no use. But this time, her memories didn't make her any more fragile than she already was. This time, it had hardened her; it forced her to accept the harshness of her reality and of what was to come. Mary was truly tried of shedding tears.

The sun had risen clear and bright as it had awakened the king. Henry had a new lady-in-waiting in mind; Jane. She was one of the purest, and the sweetest woman, Henry had ever met. As Henry went horse-back riding with his dear friend, Charles Brandon, they had also stopped to have dinner with the Seymours. As he was introduced to the eldest daughter of the family, he realized that she wasn't of that much beauty as neither Anne nor Katherine but there was something about her; something about the way she curtsied and spoke. She was the first woman that wasn't trying to flaunt herself to him in order to gain his favour; but it was her soft-spoken voice that already had it.

Jane was a pale woman, much fairer than Katherine or Anne, short, and thin. She had short golden curls only reaching to her breasts but nevertheless, she was still fairly pretty. A few days ago, she appeared at court to become one of Anne's ladies-in-waiting at his request. But what made her gain his attention out of all of the pretty faces of other ladies in court was her softly spoken voice, her obedient curtsey and simply her presence was enough for Henry to cling to her. But what had truly gained his interest was how she was a rather charitable woman; a trait in which he admired in women. Yesterday night, as he had been accompanied Anne for a walk; he had seen that when a little boy was getting brutally beaten for stealing, she had paid for the apple that he had stolen and then gave the boy himself a few pennies of her own.

However, his greater interests remained in Katherine; the beautiful, carefree nymph of who was the root to Henry's deepest passions. Henry was never a faithful man but his interests lay in one woman at a time. For now, Jane was merely a girl of whom he was fond of over the rest of the ladies at court.

Sir Francis walked to the king at court. He was afraid to give the king this news at the fear of displeasing him. Sir Francis curtsied a well-mannered curtsey and proceeded in giving the king the awful news.

King Henry was happy today, his attention was on Katherine as usual as she giggled to her friends but just as Jane walked in, for a second his attention diverted to her as he noticed her being left alone, aloof and with no one to talk to.

"Your Majesty."

"What is it, Francis."

"Lady Mary has signed the documents."

King Henry was delighted to hear the news. He stood up.

"That's wonderful news, Francis. That calls for a celebration."

"Your majesty, wait she had signed the documents but a few ladies claim that she had said that she did not want to come back to court. She said she didn't want to have to have anything to do with you and suffer the way her mother had. That is why, last night, she had packed her bags and left Hatfield for good and at the moment, nobody knows where she is."

The people at court that could hear the conversation were shocked. They had never heard someone talk bad about the king.

The king was left speechless. "Settle down, everyone, we shall let the lady Mary do whatever she may like. If it's a life in poverty that she wants, it is a life in poverty she will get."

Some people that always aimed at gaining the king's approval chuckled.

"She is just angry with how everything had turned out, that's all. I am sure when she realizes her mistakes, she will return to me."

Many could not believe how cruel the king was becoming. Sure, Mary was disobeying her father but surely she did not deserve to live in the streets. At the most, her life could be in danger. No woman was ever safe by herself; especially one of royal descent. Some people would say that her anger was reasonable but the King's behavior wasn't. Henry had been spoiled ever since he was a little boy. Surely he possibly could not know of all the dangers of outside the court. But the people confided themselves knowing that Henry was too narcissistic to care about anyone but himself.

King Francis was sitting beside King Henry. He was content. Yesterday night he had bedded one of the ladies in court; the Lady Misseldon. She was a beauty; a true seductress.

"So brother, seems like you have forgotten your conquest on finding that beautiful girl you were talking about. Seems like all your attention is on Lady Misseldon."

"Brother, Lady Misseldon is ravishing. She's a beauty and she knows well the arts of seduction just as well as a French lady does but I never forgot about her. I have seen a lot of ladies in my lifetime, but one glance, I could say that she is definitely the finest rose in all of Europe. I went looking for her yesterday. Alas, I didn't find her anywhere."

"The way you talk of her, I want to meet her. I have an idea. How about a few weeks later when my schedule is not too full, I will hold a ball whereas most ladies of England will be invited? I know a very large place, much larger than the court itself of where I could hold the ball. That way, you can find the girl that you were looking for and maybe I will get to see my daughter."

"Brother, don't you think that you should send guards to search for Mary. It is a dangerous world out there. It is never safe for a girl to be on her own. I have many daughters of my own and I love them very much. I have seen Mary when she was a child. She's a sweet girl brother. I hope to see you and Mary reconciled."

"Brother, I do not wish to speak of her at the moment but I will consider what you are telling me."

Mary woke up as the sun blazed through her eyelids. As she sat up, her hair felt burning hot against her pale, dirt-smeared face. Her hair was tangled and her dress was ragged. She felt the heat of the roof that she had been sleeping on and immediately she stood up.

Mary was craving food that she had not been unfortunate to get access to for forty-eight hours. Last night, she had gone from building to building; from place to place, in search of a job but her efforts failed. Not many people wanted a girl working for them let alone someone who wasn't of any nobility and Mary did not desire to disclose her identity. She simply identified her self as Mary.

The last place that she had been to had utterly disgusted her. She was in a dark place with dimmed lights everywhere. Men were all staring at women dressed in nothing but their low-cut chemises. They were sitting at wooden tables and the wealthier men were throwing coins at the ladies. The women danced to gay music, slowly and seductively. Some of the ladies even went to the men and served them wine. While serving, drunken men would slowly reach for their arms and bring them onto their laps.

When Mary walked in, innocently she gasped not realizing that such places even existed. A few men noticed Mary whom unlike the rest of the slatternly dressed women, was properly dressed from head-to-toe. When Mary had realized that alcoholic men were staring at her, she could sense what was about to occur next. She walked out of the building and as she did so, a few men followed her. That was when she ran as fast as she could. She could feel the sweat dripping from her back and could taste the dehydration from her throat but that did not stop her. Mary knew that the men were absolutely ruthless and would not stop until they got what they wanted. With the men far behind her she turned left in between two buildings. To her surprise there was a ladder reaching the roof to one of the buildings and taking a chance she climbed up to the roof and waited. Since the men were far behind, she was praying that the men would not realize what she had done.

Mary held the crucifix in her hands and she prayed. "Please, God, please Jesus Christ, I beg of you, protect me from these rascals. Mother, if you are here with me, please lay me a helping hand" As she prayed, she cried and as she cried, she fell fast asleep.

She climbed down the ladder. Mary was really hungry. She didn't have any money and she had no jewellery to sell anymore. All she had left were her gowns.

Mary spotted a couple. As Mary approached the couple, she asked "Could you please buy some of my gowns?"

The woman was breathtakingly beautiful. She was slightly shorter than Mary with sleek, dark, brown hair running down her back. Complimenting her hair was her exotic almond, bright hazel eyes which looked stunning at midst her sun kissed olive skin.

The man was also quite handsome. He was tall with shaggy blonde hair, had a fairly muscular torso and deep, ocean-blue eyes.
They complimented each other wonderfully; truly Mary never saw a more beautiful couple.

"These are such beautiful gowns. Oh my, your hair, have you been sleeping on the ground?" asked the woman.

"I am not going to lie; indeed I have."

"It's hard to believe that you are in poverty after having such beautiful gowns. They look really expensive," the woman said after observing the gowns.

"How about I take all of them? You come and live with us and you and I can share the gowns. Besides, a girl as beautiful as you shan't be out here all alone."

"I don't know what to say."

The man gave his wife a look, grabbed her arm and said "My lady, give us a minute."

"Rose, what are you thinking? Do you just want to take anyone you find in the streets into our home? We just married, don't you think we should get privacy."

"Oh come on Abraham, do you really just want me to leave the poor girl out here all by herself. She has nobody. Besides she looks like she comes from a good family."

"You don't know anything about her."

"Well do you want rogues to rape her, do you want her to starve to death; or end up being another thief or whore on the streets, is that what you would like Abraham? Do you know how it's like working hard just to get food in your stomach?"

"Rose, if that's what makes you happy; I will have her in our home. But you're responsible for her. Help her get back on her feet but after that I would like you all to myself."

"I love you, Abraham but sometimes you can be so possessive. We can't just keep ourselves hidden away from the rest of the world like we used to. We cannot be as aloof as we once were. We are much older now."

"You really do have a big heart, don't you?"

Rose gave Abraham a small kiss on the lips before she walked back to Mary.

"We would both like to have you in our home," said Rose.

"And help you until you get on your feet," said Abraham.

Rose shoved Abraham's arm and passed him a stern look.

"I don't know what to say. I mean if any of you have a problem with it, I will somehow manage on my own."

"No, we would love to have you at our home. Actually, we have been in your place once, we know what it's like. We don't want you going through the same thing. And honestly, being the only girl in a family full of boys, I have always wanted a sister. By the way, what is your name?"

"Mary."

"I'm Rose and this is my husband Abraham."

John arrived at Hatfield with Layla holding his hand. He was nervous about Mary's reaction but he hoped that he could convince her that he hadn't meant to hurt her.

"Father, I can't wait to see Isabella."

"So now you've started calling me Father instead of Papa."

"Yes, my friend Maria says that French people use Papa and English people use Father."

John chuckled. "Layla, Isabella's real name is Mary. She is the princess Mary, so I would like you to address her as your grace."

"Really? Okay, Father, but does that mean that when you and Mary get married, I will become a princess. I've always wanted to become a princess, Papa."

"Layla, Mary and I are not getting married. I don't want you thinking that she will become your mother, Layla."

"But, why not? I really like her."

"I know you do, but Layla, I am much below her station."

"Does that mean that she'll marry a prince?"

Feeling a hint of jealousy, John replied "Yes."

As they knocked at the door, one of the ladies in waiting answered.

"Hello, may I speak to the Princess Mary?"

"You mean the Lady Mary?"

"Yes."

"Lady Anna Belle; someone's here to see the Lady Mary," screamed the lady-in-waiting.

The young lady-in-waiting left as soon as Lady Anna Belle appeared. Lady Anna Belle observed John from head to toe.

"So you are the one that left a mark on Lady Mary's neck. You are quite handsome," she said smiling.

"Can I please speak to the Lady Mary?"

"I'm afraid, you cannot. It is quite sad how you easily broke her heart. On the same exact night, she came home and found that her mother had passed away."

John felt guilty. He didn't know that her mother passed away. He only reacted the way that he had because of circumstances.

"Then she signed the documents that her father had forced the whole England to sign, the one that declares her illegitimate and her mother's marriage to her father unlawful. After that, she packed her bags and left."

"What do you mean she left? Did she go back to the king?"

"No, I don't know where she went. She claims she wants nothing to do with the king or his court."

The king lay in bed with Katherine. Both of them had a blanket over them as they both lay down naked. Katherine was comfortably secured in Henry's arms but yet Katherine sensed distance between the king and herself.

"Henry, is there something wrong? You're very distant with me today."

"Katherine you are still very young, you have no idea what it is like to lose a daughter, to have a daughter despise you."

"Henry, I tried stopping her but she wouldn't listen."

"She's stubborn, isn't she? She's just like her mother."

"Did you love her mother, Henry?"

"I did love her. I loved her a lot. But Katherine, sometimes love between two people fade away."

"Do you love Mary?"

"Mary is my daughter; illegitimate so; but she is still my first daughter. I will always have love for her. I just wish she wouldn't have abandoned me."

"Forgive me Henry, but you should try looking for her."

"You are right, Katherine. Get dressed and give one of my guards a description of her right away."

Both Henry and Katherine got dressed and went to one of Henry's most trusted guards.

As much as Henry denied it, he knew that he felt immense guilt over everything that had occurred. Before his pride had stopped him from admitting it to himself but he had treated Mary way harsher than she deserved. Having her parents divorce was bad enough, but turning her into a servant to her half-sister, publicly declaring her illegitimate, stripping her from her titles, luxuries and comforts, and most of all, keeping her away from her mother was way too much. And it was all for who? He did it for Anne, a woman that he hardly loved anymore. If he had been married to Katherine, he could've still had his mistresses without the occasional confrontations, his daughter wouldn't have despised him and he still would have been in the favour of if not all, most of England.

Charles V, Holy roman emperor was writing a letter; a letter to his dear cousin Mary. He was very hurt by what had become of his dear aunt and cousin. He wished that Henry had been kinder to Mary at midst of all of everything that had occurred. After all, she was his daughter. And being of such royal descent, Mary deserved much better. Mary's bloodlines were one of the most royal bloodlines in all of Europe but despite that fact, she had been stripped down to a servant to her half-sister. But being the cousin of Charles V himself and being the daughter of his favourite aunt, she deserved better; and Charles wanted to help her as much as he could without inviting another war with England.

"Your Majesty, this is a letter to you from Joseph Anderson."

"Give it to me."

Charles V opened the letter that he was given.

Your Majesty,

I'm afraid to send you such news but alas I have got no other choice. I was spying at Hatfield and I'm afraid to say that the princess Mary lives in very bad conditions. She has a tiny room which only includes a small bed and a closet. She is alone very often and I suspect that she is ill-treated by some of the other ladies-in-waiting.

But what hurt me the most was the day that she had found out about her mother's death. She sat still in the corner, on the ground, she was crying non-stop and when offered food, she always refused to eat. Soon at noon on the same day, a courtier of the king Henry had come to Hatfield at the hope that she would sign the documents of which declared her illegitimate, her parents' marriage unlawful, and declared the king as head of church. It was difficult for her to do this, not only because her mother recently passed away but because she is just as devoted to Catholicism as her mother; Catherine of Aragon.

In respect of her mother and religion, she had refused. That was when; Sir Francis had slapped her to the ground. It broke my heart to see the princess weeping so much laying helpless on the floor because of a frivolous commoner. I did not hear the conversation between them as I saw them through the windows of Hatfield but subsequently, Sir Francis left Hatfield. Alas, after a while of thinking, Mary signed the documents, and left Hatfield. I did hear one of her conversations with a lady-in-waiting and she claimed that she wanted nothing at all to do with neither the king nor his court and that she wanted to begin a new life for herself.

Then I followed her, and she did spot me but I was fortunate enough to climb over the fence and leave. But that is beside the point, your majesty for as of now, Mary is nowhere to be found, she is all alone by herself with no pennies and no food in her stomach. I believe that up until now, the king either does not know about what had happened or he had decided to ignore all that is happening. We all know how selfish and ruthless the King of England is, but you are not, your majesty; you're Mary's only hope.

Your humble servant,

Joseph Anderson

I know, this was a pretty long chapter and there were a lot of cliffhangers but I hope all of you have enjoyed. Anyways, I have chosen the people that I want to portray the characters of this story. Most characters would stay the same as they had in the Tudors. I have introduced a few new characters; the couple Rose and Abraham. Rose will be portrayed by Nina Dobrev (from the vampire diaries) and Abraham will be portrayed by Liam Hemsworth. As for John, I've already chosen him to be portrayed by James Franco when he was younger (I think the way that he looked in Tristan and Isoldes is perfect for the appearance of John.)

Caroline, John's ex lover/girlfriend will be portrayed by Katie Mcgrath. She played Henry's mistress "Bess," the one that he just kissed in front of her husband William Webb. There's a video of this on youtube if you want to watch it. It's called Henry Vii takes another mistress. I would paste the link here but I don't know why the whole link doesn't show here.

As for Mary, I've chosen a Victoria secret model named Emily Didonato. She's not the girls that I mentioned in the last chapter, but she has absolutely the perfect look that I pictured while writing this story.

Oh and when Elizabeth grows up, Lily Allen would be the perfect model to portray her.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my new chapter. Review and tell me what you think and tune in for the next chapter.