Princess Katherine of Aragon (Boleyn)- 44 December 16th 1485

Prince Thomas Boleyn, Duke of Wiltshire-52 March 12th 1477

George Boleyn, Duke of Rochford- 16 April 17th 1513

Isabella Boleyn- 11 September 7th 1517

Tom Boleyn, Duke of Pembroke- 11 September 7th 1517

Cordelia Tudor-11 year May 2nd 1518

William Boleyn, Duke of Buckingham- 10 year June 13th 1519

Anthony Boleyn, Duke of Suffolk- 10 year June 13th 1519

Rose Boleyn- 9 year March 2 1520

Catalina Boleyn- 8 year August 29th 1520

Princess Mary Tudor-13 February 18th 1516

Princess Cecily Tudor- 8 years July 25th 1521

Princess Elizabeth Tudor- 10 September 7th 1518

Princess Margaret Tudor- 5 years August 14th 1523

Prince Edward Tudor of Wales- 10 years February 14th 1519

Prince James Tudor of York- 6 years October 1st 1522

King Henry VIII- 38 June 28th 1491

Anne of Cleves (Anna)- 30 September 22nd 1498

Sir Francis Bryan- 38 November 14th 1490

Queen Kathryn Parr- 36 August 30th 1492

Thomas Butler, Earl of Ormond- 14 August 5th 1514

Elizabeth Bryan- 10 year January 10th 1519

Gregory Cromwell Earl of Oxford- 15 October 19th 1514

Catherine Carey- 11 November 30th 1517

Henry Carey - 10 December 1st 1518

Anne Stafford- 8 January 1st 1520

Prince Henry of France- 16 July 10th 1513

Prince Phillip of Spain- 16 May 2 1512

Jane Parker- 16 May 15th 1513

Princess Joan of Austria- 10 June 24 1519

Charles de Bourn, Duke of Beaucourt- 10 year July 21 1520

July 25th 1529

Isabella Boleyn

Lady Smith made sure my life was miserable. I spent my days improving my embroidery and stitching and reading the Bible, of course I made sure to read the Catholic Bible.

It was Princess Cecily's birthday and I longed to be at Court for the festivities, I wrote papa a very long letter begging for my return. I told him that I had learned my lesson and would behave myself now. All I got in return was a letter from mama that I would return when papa saw fit.

Which means I am stuck in this miserable castle while everyone else gets to have fun, though I could be happy knowing Mary was stuck at Hatfield, but even then she had Elizabeth with her, whom I know for a fact is livid about not being able to go to Court for Cecily's birthday.

"Lady Smith, may I please go for a walk wall?" I asked softly my eyes peeking towards the window, it was a beautiful day out and I longed along the stone wall and into the secret passages

"Tis not very ladylike, you may tan your skin" I rolled my eyes in anger.

"My skin is already tanned, I am half Spanish for God sake! Now if you do not let me out of this Castle I shall hit you! I swear it on my mothers honor!" I snapped in anger.

"Your mother honor as long since been in question, ever since-" I stood up angrily throwing my goblet at her, the contents spilled all over her dress and in my anger I felt no guilt.

"You have no right speaking of my mother! She is a Princess of Spain and you are nothing! What happened with the King-" she laughed stopping me and my anger grew.

"I heard that she also slept with Charles Brandon, the former Duke of Suffolk, and the King was so angered by the fact he had him killed" I picked up the closest thing I could find and flung it at her in rage.

"IT IS NOT TRUE! YOU LYING COWARD! TIS YOU THAT IS THE WHORE!" I screamed as she ran from the room screaming how she is to send a letter to my father saying she quits. At that point I could careless, she had to be lying, my mother could not have slept with him as well.

She just could not have.

July 29th 1529

It took 4 days, but a I looked down to see a carriage pull up to Dover Castle, I did not dare want to see who exited it and quickly went to my room. I knew papa must be very mad at me, Lady Smith sent a letter stating that she was leaning on the 28th and did not care if I had a guardian or not.

"Lady Isabella, your mother is here and demands your presence in her chambers at once" a maid said and I nodded smoothing my alabaster skirts, it was the early afternoon and I knew I had a long day ahead of me.

"Bella!" Catalina and Rose cried seeing me, it did not surprise me that they was here, they both never left mama's side.

"Catalina, Rose go to your room I need to talk to your sister alone" mama said in a serious voice cloaked in a heavy Spanish accent, she was very mad.

"Yes mama" my little sister said knowing better then to argue to mama right now, I looked down and readied myself for the punishment to come.

"Isabel Bolena, lo que en nombre de Dios está pasando por su cabeza? ¿Por qué nunca te comportas? Tu padre te ha enviado a Dover aprender una lección y, sin embargo nos encontramos con que han causado tales problemas Señora Smith izquierda. Tu padre es tan lívido que tenía que venir en lugar de que ni siquiera se puede ver en este momento, dar explicaciones a la vez!" She snapped in Spanish too angry to even remember English.

Isabella Boleyn, what in God's name is going through your head? Why can you never behave? Your father has sent you to Dover learn a lesson and yet we find you have caused such trouble Lady Smith left. Your father is so livid with you I had to come instead for he cannot even see you right now, explain yourself at once!

"What happened with Charles Brandon?" I asked her, it obviously caught her off guard and all the blood drained from her face at once.

"What did you just ask me?" She demanded in surprise.

"What happened between you and Charles Brandon? Is it true you slept with him as well?" I knew it took all her self restraint not to slap me.

"You have no right asking me that, I am your mother and you shall obey me, now go to your room" she hissed trying to hide the pain in her eyes.

"No, not until you tell me if you slept with him or not" I stood my ground and her sea blue eyes came alight with fire.

"You are but 11 years old you will not demand anything from me" she stood to her full height but I was not about to back down.

"Tell me!" I all but screamed, she grabbed my arms pulling me close.

"There are things in this world far more complicated then you shall understand at your age" her voice was different this time, almost like she was pleading with me to stop.

"Help me understand then, I am not as stupid or immature as everyone tries to make me seem" I lay my head on her chest and listened to her heartbeat, it always calmed me.

"I do not wish to fill your dreams with nightmares" she hugged me close and kissed my forehead "there is such thing as monsters Isabella, and they take form as humans and can do the most horrible things to others. I do not wish to reminisce on this, it happened in the past and I want nothing more then to forget, now tell me what happened with Lady Smith" she quickly changed the conversation.

"All this time I have been locked up in this bloody castle doing nothing but embroidery and reading! Mama I am miserable! All I asked was that I can go for a walk on the wall and she said no. So I told her that if she does not let me go out I shall hit her on my mothers honor" she sat down in a chair and I sat with her. "She then said that you had no honor and that she heard you even slept with Charles Brandon and the King was so angry and jealous he had him executed. I shall admit I threw a goblet of wine at her and a book maybe, but she deserved it" I wanted to know what was fact or not.

"People shall believe rumors if they sound interesting or not" she sighed shaking her head sadly "Charles Brandon had a good reason to die, and so did Sir Thomas More. I do not want you to think of them again, nobody knows what happened and I wish it to stay that way" she pushed a strand of my inky hair behind my ear.

"How mad it papa?" I asked looking down at my lap.

"Very, very mad, but I shall speak to him" she kissed my forehead and sent me away, but I still wanted to know what happened.

"Lady Ursula? Who has worked in the Castle the longest?" I asked one of the servants, she looked at me a little oddly.

"Well, it was Lady Smith then Lady Dickens" I nodded sneaking down into the kitchens, Lady Dickens was a very much older woman who looked as if she should not be working at all.

"Lady Isabella, what are you doing down here?" She asked in surprise.

"I have a question for you" I said taking a seat on a wooden stool, she looked confused for a moment.

"What could you possible wish to know from me?" Her voice was lighthearted, but had curiosity in it.

"You where here when this Castle was given to my mother, correct?" She nodded a glaze in her eyes as she remembered.

"Yes I do, she came here after the birth of the Lady Cordelia, you and your brother where at the Palace, your father was quite upset and refused to send you with her, not even Lord Rochford was allowed to visit" I remembered none of this.

"Do you remember Charles Brandon?" Her eyes darkened just like my mothers did.

"My little Lady, I do believe we are going into very touchy subjects, Her Highness would not wish for me to speak of this, your father actually had me swear never to talk of it with anyone" I leaned forward,

"Why? Did she intentionally sleep with him? Are William and Anthony his sons? Please tell me Lady Dickens I must know" I pleaded, she gazed at me for a few moments.

"Lord Buckingham and Lord Suffolk are both your fathers children, heavens I remember the day she found out she was pregnant with them. She was scared for the King of England still wished for her to be his mistress" no one ever really talked of my parents or the King.

"Why was she scared?" I asked and she smiled happy to at least get me away from the conversation of Charles Brandon.

"The King had given her specific orders not to share his bed whatsoever, she obviously did not obey him" Lady Dickens smirked, "Lord Cromwell was very sore with them when he found out, I laughed and thought it was the best thing ever. She had been so hurt from the birth of the Lady Cordelia, though she loved her it wounded her pride to be the mother of a bastard" it seemed so odd to think of my parents much younger then they are not, and without all of us.

"When did Tom, George and I finally get to see her?" I was curious, if papa visited Dover and got mama with child then we must have shortly followed.

"I believe it was a little before she found out she was pregnant, but I cannot be sure, though I remember her being very happy to see you all, she loved you very much" I bit my lip.

"What of Mary? Did she visit mama often?" Lady Dickens seemed deep in thought.

"It was around the time of the sweat, Princess Mary had caught the awful disease, scared Her Highness close to death" I knew Mary had gotten the sweat when she was younger, it was why she was weak at times.

"You know, your older sister Queen Anne, her and your mother always seemed at war, your mother defied her as much as she could, even when it came to religion as you must know" I smiled looking down. I always kept rosaries in my pocket, though my father and mother did not know.

"Did my father get mad at her?" I questioned, I loved to hear stories of my parents.

"Of course, they would fight to the point where I swear I thought they would divorce, your father even threatened it one time from what I heard, it seemed to get her in line for a while." My mother always seemed perfect, to know what she was just as defiant as me made me feel somewhat better, I was just like her.

"What happened here? You make it seem like mama loved living at Dover, but then why does she barely come here anymore? Does it have to do with Charles Brandon" she sighed in defeat knowing I would not give up.

"Lady Isabella, it has everything to do with Charles Brandon, your mother nearly lost your brothers because of him, we thought we lost her because of him" there was no way I was allowing her to stop the story now.

"Tell me what happened, please I must know!" She took a seat rubbing her knees, she seemed to be in a little pain.

"I do not know the details, but I remember something's very perfectly. It was after bedtime and your mother had put you to bed, I was cleaning a mess in the nursery at the time when I heard a scream. Your mother had been kidnapped by Brandon and taken, from why I hear, to Bodiam Castle" my eyes widened and I gasped, my mother kidnapped.

"But how did he get her? Did he want to ransom her to papa?" I almost fell off my seat in anticipation.

"No, he-"

"¡Silencio!" Mama all but screamed, the anger and rage flickering like a forest fire in her eyes.

"Mama she was just-" she cut me off with just a look.

"I said go to your room Isabella, go now!" I jumped from my seat and ran up to my rooms where Catalina and Rose played, if only she had been able to finish her story.

Katherine Boleyn, Princess of Spain and Duchess of Wiltshire

I watched Isabella run up to her rooms quickly and turned to face Lady Dickens "you have no right speaking of that with her! My husband told you before that you were never to speak of it with anyone!" I all but growled to the older woman.

"I am sorry Your Highness, but she was very demanding and would not stop asking questions, I tried to deter her with other stories but she would not have it" she sighed trying to explain herself.

"Do not speak with my daughter ever again, do you understand me?" I hissed to her.

"Clearly, Your Highness" I turned on my heel and stormed back up to my rooms in a rage, dam that old woman to hell!

William Boleyn, Duke of Buckingham

Mama had left to go to Dover to yell at Isabella, she had taken Rose and Catty so it was only Anthony, Tom and I with papa. Of course George was at Court to, but he was a grown up now.

"Do you think papa is going to send Isabella away?" William asked and Tom perked up a bit hearing his twins name.

"No, he is just mad at her right now, but she probably had a reason to flip out like that" Tom answered laying back down on the fountain wall looking up at the sky.

"Still papa has been getting very tired of her" Anthony sighed throwing a ball in the air and catching it.

"Boys!" Papa snapped and we all quickly stood up as he stormed up.

"You had lessons this morning and you did not show up, do you need your mother is watch you every second of the day to accomplish anything?" He snapped in anger, we looked at him in shock.

"Papa…we…umm…" I stuttered and Tom took a step forward.

"I am the one who convinced them to come out to the gardens" Tom lied and we both gaped at him in surprise.

"I am glad you are owning up to the things you have done Tom" papa sent us back to our room and I stared at Tom in surprise, why would he lie for all of us?

Thomas Boleyn, Duke of Pembroke

I watched my younger brother leave back into the Palace before looking at my father, "I know you did not convince them to skip lessons, now tell me why you would lie for them?" He asked me once they were gone.

"Because you have been in a very foul mood lately and I did not want them getting punished, we go to lessons everyday without a break, I think we deserved one" I stated not backing down.

"So you scarified yourself for your brothers?" I nodded and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders pulling me along.

"Yes" I said in confusion.

"I know I have not been in the greatest of moods lately, but it has been very stressful, the King of France is paying another visit to England and I swear your mother will do everything in her power to make sure she speaks to the King of France about Catalina." He sighed rubbing his forehead.

"She has good intentions papa, Catalina hates to think of leaving to France" papa patted my head in affection.

"I know that, but it is a good marriage Charles de Bourn may be the illegitimate son of the King, but he is still the son of the King, he is the Duke of Beaucourt" I knew papa was doing what he thought was best.

"Maybe instead of thinking what is best for her you should think about what makes her happy, you can give her the best marriage possible, but that does not mean she is happy" he laughed shaking his head.

"When have you become so wise?" he asked pulling me to him.

"I do not think I am wise" I looked down to the ground feeling my cheeks grow hot.

"You are humble, it is a good quality to have" he stopped and sat down on a stone bench and I jumped to sit next to him. "Thomas Butler and Elizabeth Bryan are coming to Court next week, Isabella shall be brought back to Court to see him, then you all shall be sent to Hever Castle" I nodded happy to be going home to Hever.

"Does mama know?" I asked, she hated when he left her out of decisions.

"No, but it is not her choice to make" I nodded quickly "go to your lessons now, and I do not want to hear that you skipped anymore" I nodded and bowed quickly running back into the Palace.

August 1st 1529

Mary Tudor, Princess of England

I was so happy to be back at Court again, I missed seeing my younger siblings so much! "Mary!" Cecily cried happily jumping into my arms I kissed her cheek happily.

"I am very happy to see you all!" They welcomed Elizabeth back next and I looked around for Rose and Catalina, but could not find them.

"Mary, I see you are back at Court as well" I heard Isabella say with a smile playing on her lips.

"Isabella, you are supposed to curtsy to a Princess of England" I snapped and smirked at the look on her face.

"Mary Rose Tudor, I have spoken to you before about using you title for the wrong use" Mama said and I jumped in surprise, I had not even seen her walk into the room.

"I have to ask you something!" Cecily said running forward and hanging off mama's skirts.

"Alright, I shall speak to you privately in a moment, let me speak with your sister first" she nodded hugging her legs and looking to me.

"I am sorry mama" I replied quickly before she could say anything and left the room not wishing to argue, why did she have to take Isabella's side?

Isabella Boleyn

I rolled my eyes at Mary and turned to mama "papa is expecting us now" she nodded and took Cecily's hand.

"I must speak with my husband, but I swear right after I shall come get you so we can speak" she told Cecily kissing her forehead. "And I shall see you later Margaret, do not think I have forgotten you" she smiled at being noticed.

We went to her chambers and she hesitated, body tensing with anger when she saw Sir Francis Bryan, I kept cool but wanted to hiss in anger. "Wife, do not just stand there" she stepped forward going to papa's side and I followed standing next to Tom.

"Lady Isabella" Lord Ormond bowed to me, I rolled my eyes.

"Do not act for formal" I snapped in annoyance.

"Isabella, behave!" Papa snapped and I pressed my lips together standing straighter.

"She has spirit, tis not a bad thing, though she must grow out of it" Sir Francis said with a laugh.

"Lord Pembroke" Lady Elizabeth said bowing lowly, shaking a little in fear.

"Lady Elizabeth, it is a pleasure to see you again" Tom said and I rolled my eyes again looking to mama, her entire body signaled she was angry with papa, she hated it when he made decisions and never consulted her.

"Mama! Can I…" Catalina ran into the room and trailed off seeing Thomas Butler and Elizabeth Bryan.

"Mi amor, papa and mama are meeting with someone right now, can it wait?" Mama asked her, Catalina grabbed onto the back of mama's skirts peeking out at them both.

"No" she whined looking up at her, "Cordelia is here!" She was jumping a little in excitement.

"Alright, sweetheart" she pet her hair.

"Katherine she can settle herself in, you will stay" rage boiled in mama, never, ever, did she like to be ordered around, papa was digging himself a hole.

"Yes husband" she said with acid in her voice that he quickly ignored only furthering her temper.

"Children, why do you not take a walk in the gardens? With your nurses of course" Lady Hobbs nodded and ushered us out.

"Lady Isabella, would you like to walk with me?" Thomas Butler asked trying his best to be civil.

"Lord Ormond I desire clawing my eyes out more then having to walk with you" I snapped in anger, no man would ever boss me around the way papa did to mama.

"I am trying to be kind Lady Isabella, I do not see the reason why you must act so high strung!" He hissed grabbing my arm, making it appear in kindness.

"Lord Ormonde, Bella, why do you not walk with the rest of us?" Tom called unknowing of the situation.

"You will obey me when we are married, I swear it" I rolled my eyes and laughed skipping up to Tom and Lady Elizabeth.

"Lady Elizabeth, you have no need to be frightened, my brother is as harmless as a mouse" I told her smiling and petting her hand, Rose and Catalina ran ahead of us. "If you wish you can go play with them, I know they shall be happy to have a new playmate" she smiled and ran forward and she was allowed into their games.

"Elizabeth! You know not to run" Thomas called after her.

"Oh leave her alone, she is 10 for God sake" I snapped, he ground his teeth in anger as his sister played with my siblings. I could not believe my father was forcing me to marry this…bastard.

Katherine Boleyn, Princess of Spain, Duchess of Wiltshire

"My daughter can be a bit high tempered, I hope your son has patience" Thomas said to Sir Francis who nodded with a polite smile.

"I am sure he shall tame her" I ground my teeth in anger, I did not like the way he said that, my daughter was not a horse that could be broken.

"I must speak with Princess Cecily, I shall be leaving" I went to stand up and Thomas caught my wrist.

"Katherine, we are speaking to Sir Francis about our children's future the Princess can wait" he said politely, but with a voice that meant he was commanding me. He was doing more and more to get on my nerves and I clasped my hands in my lap sitting down.

"Your son, Lord Pembroke, I take it my daughter shall leave at his estate of Pembroke Castle?" Thomas nodded signaling the maid to get him some wine.

"Yes, tis a fine Castle and I am sure she shall be very happy, where does your son plan on making residence?" I denied the wine.

"As you know the Earldom of Ormond is an Scottish title, she will reside at Ormond Castle in Scotland at time and while she is in England, for we know she is close with the Royal family. She will reside at Wentworth Castle in South Yorkshire, but I am sure she shall have lodgings at Court so she may be close to her family" I swallowed hard in anger.

Thomas never said anything about Isabella living in Scotland, I wanted to strangle him right now, but kept my face emotionless looking out the window. "I am sure whatever your son decides is best" Thomas said placing his goblet down.

Why did he not put in the betrothal contract that she must remain in England? Did he know all this time that she might be brought to Scotland. "I must go see to Princess Cecily now" I stood up before Thomas about stop me and left to the Royal nursery.

"Grandmamma!" She had taken to calling me that since she was young, Catherine's family wanted nothing to do with her after the King divorced her, I was all the family she ever knew.

"Cecily, you wished to speak with me?" I asked and she grew a little quiet.

"Papa said you could tell me about my mama, and that you have some of her things" I sighed knowing this day would come. Catherine left all her things to Cecily and I always kept a few of them with me.

"I can, and I do have some of her things, Lady Lowell I am bringing the Princess to my chambers, I shall return her shortly" she nodded and I carried her to my room.

"Where are they?" She asked and I sat down at my vanity.

"This was her mirror" I said taking it out of the drawer.

"It was mama's?" She said in awe.

"Yes it was, she had it when she arrived in my services, she was a maid to me first" she held the mirror close to her and looked up in shock. "I taught her to read and write, she was such a sweet girl and I know she loved you very much" she leaned into me hiding her face.

"I miss her a lot, she used to sing me to sleep" she whispered softly and I knew tears were coming. "Will I ever see her again?" I swallowed hard, I remember when Anne died and I had to explain it to Elizabeth.

"Someday, in heaven, but she is always watching you and wants you to be happy" I kissed her forehead and the bedchamber door opened to reveal Thomas. "I love you very much, now you must go back to your nurse, I shall have some more of her things brought from Hever for you" she nodded and a servant took her away.

"You were very rude to Sir Francis" he snapped taking a drink of wine.

"I fear husband that you are drinking too much" I stated dismissing the maids.

"You have insulted him! And you know dammed well this is only my second goblet!" I knew he was angry at how I treated Sir Francis, but I could careless.

"How long did you know he would take her to Scotland? You never once said anything to me!" I snarled shoving him so the goblet fell to the ground the wine spilling over the floor.

"Dammit woman! You know he is from Scotland! It seemed obvious that she would live there!" He snarled kicking the goblet into the wall.

"So not only are you sending Catalina to France you are sending Isabella to Scotland! You are sending our daughters away like they mean nothing! What of Rose Thomas? Have you found a man to marry her yet?" I snapped tears forming in my eyes.

"Actually I have woman! Though it is none of your concern! I am doing what is best for my daughters" I laughed sarcastically.

"Really?" I demanded, he tried to pull me close and I shoved him away from me.

"Do not dare touch me! Not when you plan on sending my daughters away without a care, leave! Get away from me at once!" I shoved him from the room and locked the door before he would even speak.

Isabella Boleyn

"Do you know, Lady Isabella, that I own an estate in Scotland?" Butler said as Tom helped a cat from a tree for Cordelia who had just arrived.

"I do, why would it matter to me though? I live in England and that is where I shall stay" I snapped in annoyance.

"As your husband I have decided that it is best if we reside in Scotland" I felt my blood run cold.

"You are insane if you think that I shall listen to you" I hissed, but my voice was weak.

"You shall be my wife, you are obliged to do as I say, your father knew this too I believe, you should have been informed" I went to punch him but he caught my wrist. "I can hit as well, Lady Isabella, and I am sure it is a lot harder then you can, as I am sure you shall find out" I pulled away from him and ran back to the Palace, mama would stop this, I would not marry him.

I ran passed papa and into her rooms trying to open it only to find the door locked, "mama!" I pleaded and it was quickly opened, I jumped into her arms.

"Isabella what is it?" She asked locking the door quickly and pulling me into her arms.

"Mama I will not marry him! I refuse! He is cruel and evil in everyway! Please! He says he shall send me to Scotland and I shall never get to visit England again" she hugged me close.

"I did not know he was going to bring you to Scotland, mi amor, your father never told me, but I know when he sees your disappointment and hurt he shall stop it" she whispered fiercely.

"No! He is not stopping the marriage between Catalina and the Duke of Beaucourt! I am dammed forever" I sobbed hugging her tightly. "I went to hit him when he said he would take me to Scotland, he grabbed my wrist and said he could hit harder then me and I when we were married I would find out!" Her eyes went wide in horror "mama he is going to hit me and treat me badly I cannot marry him!" I pleaded and she hugged me tightly.

"Oh my sweet angel, I shall stop this, I swear on my mother Queen Isabel of Castile, I shall stop this" she promised kissing my forehead lovingly, she had to stop it. I could not be married to him, I would do anything to see to it that I was not his wife, if mama failed, then I would have to take matters into my own hands. I would not, no matter what, even if the King of England ordered me, marry Thomas Butler.