A/N: Hi, GreenField here! Thank you so much for all the reviews Princess Mary (Margaret in the TV show)/Charles Brandon to You Got Me by Colbie Caillat. It's an amazing song, you should all go and listen to it right now!

You're stuck on me and my laughing eyes
I can't pretend though I try to hide
I like you, I like you

Princess Mary sat alone, a rare occurrence – everyone wanted to dance with the King's pretty flame-haired sister before she left for France and marriage. But she had managed to slip out of the crowd of colourful dancers and find a seat in the corner of the room, where she liked to observe. Her eyes were twinkling; she was trying not to laugh at the monstrosity of a dress that Lady Fitzwalter was wearing. It was really quite hideous.

Her eyes continued to scan the dancers until they fell on Charles Brandon, newly created Duke of Suffolk. Handsome, athletic, witty Charles Brandon, whom she had known for as long as she could remember. What had once been a child's adoration on her part had turned into something much more, and that was why she had made her bargain with Henry. When the French King was dead – which, pray God, would be soon after she married him – she could marry who she chose.

And she chose Charles Brandon.

I think I felt my heart skip a beat
I'm standing here and I can hardly breathe
You got me yeah, you got me

The way you take my hand is just so sweet
And that crooked smile of yours
It knocks me off my feet

Mary rose to her feet as he came towards her, honoured that he'd neglected his dance partner, who was a buxom blonde with an obvious desire to get Charles into her bed.

"A lovely lady like you shouldn't be standing on her own" Charles said sternly, smiling as he scolded her, "You should be dancing"

She turned her face up to his, blue eyes glowing appealingly, a little stubborn tilt to her chin that he secretly loved to see. It meant that she was up for a fight, and Charles had enjoyed his fights with Mary even when they were children.

"I don't want to dance" she waved a hand, gesturing to the assembled courtiers, "I mean, look at the men, Charles, look at them! Not one under thirty and all dull as ditchwater"

Charles couldn't help laughing, "I'm not having much luck with the women either. Have you seen Lady Fitzwalter's dress?"

Mary giggled delightedly, "Yes! Oh, isn't it just awful?"

They grinned at each other, then Mary looked back over to the dancers, namely the blonde that Charles had been dancing with before.

"What about that blonde girl? She is ever so pretty, and she clearly worships you"

"Does she?" Charles looked surprised, "Oh. She didn't give any inclination of it"

"Yes she did! Did you not see how she tugged her bodice down a little when you asked her to dance? And she was fluttering her eyelashes the whole Pavane, giving you those come-hither looks" Mary couldn't stop a hint of sulky jealousy creeping into her voice. Charles noted it, his grin growing wider.

"I did not notice it at all. I was too busy looking at you, and thinking how brightly your hair shines in the candlelight"

She raised a doubtful eyebrow, though her heart was beating fast, "Were you really?"

"Yes, I was" he held out his hand, "Come. Dance with me. I'm under thirty and I certainly hope you don't think I'm as dull as ditchwater"

She shrugged, taking his hand with a little smile, "That remains to be seen"

Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up?
It feels so good, it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of

I give up, I give in, I let go, let's begin
'Cause no matter what I do
Oh, my heart is filled with you

"Which dance is your favourite?" Charles asked as they skipped and leapt in an energetic Galliard, Mary's hair falling out of it's pins beneath her coif.

"That's a dull question. Ask me something else" her eyes were bright with mirth. Charles chuckled.

"Alright. Are you coming with us on the hunt tomorrow?"

"Dull! Another"

"Fine. Why can I not stop thinking about you even when we're apart?"

I can't imagine what it'd be like
Living each day in this life
Without you, without you

One look from you, I know you understand
This mess we're in, you know is just so out of hand

Mary froze, and Charles had to tug at her hand to pull her out of the crowd and avoid her ruining the steps of the other dances. He looked worried by her reaction.

"Mary? I'm sorry, did I go too far?" it wasn't like him to apologise, and it did nothing to stop the giddiness Mary suddenly felt. She closed her eyes briefly to stop the room spinning, and when she opened them again Charles' face was very close to hers. Colour rushed to her cheeks. It wasn't like her to be so dazzled by just a few words, and it was making him fret.

"Because you can't live without me" she said, suddenly triumphant, "Just like I can't live without you"

His face broke into a smile, "Yes! Yes, that's exactly it. Oh, Mary, I thought you felt the same, but I was never sure – "

"I've always felt the same! Of course I have. Oh, how could you have ever thought any different?!" she was glowing, radiating joy and love, "So all these years of me so wanting to tell you I loved you and being too frightened have all been wasted!"

"You? You've never been frightened of anything" Charles laughed, reaching out to squeeze her hands in his own. They both self-consciously looked for the King, to see if he had noticed anything untoward, but he was dancing with Queen Catherine and had no mind for them.

Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up?
It feels so good, it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of

I give up, I give in, I let go, let's begin
'Cause no matter what I do
Oh, my heart is filled with you

"I love you!" Mary cried exuberantly, "There, I've said it at last, Charles. I love you, I love you, I love you"

"And I have always loved you" Charles returned, and with one quick pull of her hand he had drawn her into the cool night air of the palace gardens, and he was kissing her.

When they finally drew apart, Mary felt giddy all over again. She looked up at Charles, both of them smiling in the moonlight, reaching out to trace his lips with the tip of her finger.

"But I have to go to France" she spoke so quietly, as if she didn't want to remind him of her upcoming marriage, which she probably didn't.

"I know" he said, and his face was suddenly serious, "I know. But it won't be for long, Mary, you and I both know that. He's an old man, you'll tire him out easily. Let it run it's course and then you can come back here, to me, and be mine. I promise"

I hope we always feel this way
I know we will
And in my heart I know that you'll always stay

Now they are married.

They have been married for three days, Charles and Mary, three blissful days in which they have barely lost sight of each other even for a moment. Of course, there will be repercussions. But they've got the voyage back to England first, and they can decide what to do when they get there. Henry will be angry, of course he will.

"But who could be a better match for his younger sister than his best friend?" Mary asked cheerfully whenever Charles pointed this out, so he no longer points it out. He doesn't much care, at present. He is too happy.

"You'll be with me always, won't you, Charles?" Mary asks, and there's a fear in her voice that he's never heard before as she looks across the sea. He wraps his arms around her waist and draws her near to him.

"Of course I will. I married you, didn't I?"

She grins up at him, "Yes, you did"

"I did indeed" he kisses her jaw line with slow, languorous touches. She sighs and leans into him, a smile on her lips and the sun on her cheeks.

"I'll never have enough of you, Charles Brandon, even if we're married now" she tells him with typical Princess Mary candour. Charles laughs.

"Oh, believe me, I feel every bit the same as you do" he moves away from her and takes her hand, "Come to our cabin?"

She widens her eyes in appealing faux innocence, "Well, you are my husband, I do have to do absolutely everything you bid me to do"

"I was hoping you'd say that" he grins, and reaches down to sweep her off her feet and into his arms, carrying her all the way into their marriage bed and into joy.

Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up?
It feels so good, it must be love

I give up, I give in, I let go, let's begin
'Cause no matter what I do

Oh, I just can't get enough
How much do I need to fill me up?
It feels so good, it must be love
It's everything that I've been dreaming of

I give up, I give in, I let go, let's begin
'Cause no matter what I do
Oh, my heart is filled with you

Oh, you got me, you got me
Oh, oh, you got me, you got me