A/N: 2019 is here! Alright, now that that excitement is out of the way, I hope you all enjoy this first chapter of the new year. Thank you to princessElizabethtudor, Guest, OlicityxSkyeWard, Robin4, suns and stars, elizabethgolden, and Guest for the wonderful reviews on last year's (lol I'll stop now) chapter and I hope you all enjoy this one as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Tudors, Showtime does.

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May 27th, 1540

Henry was beside himself with delight. After two years, his wife, Queen Jane, was with child once again. The king hoped and prayed daily that this new child would be the boy he had hoped for during her last pregnancy.

He was thrilled with his twin sons, but he still longed for a son by Jane as well. And he didn't doubt that little Harry and Geoffrey would be pleased with a little brother, especially with how much they adored their little sister.

While he had been disappointed at her birth, Henry found that he loved his sweet little Margery. She was her mother in miniature with her golden tresses and eyes as blue as the clear, bright sky.

When she had been told that she would soon be an older sister, the youngest Tudor princess had reacted rather curiously about the news, but that could more than likely be attributed to her young age.

God willing, Henry would have a son before the year was out. He had his twin sons, his two perfect little princesses, and even Lady Mary had reconciled with the rest of the family. It seemed like all was well in his family. Finally.

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"Ambassador Chapuys, Your Majesty," Elizabeth Seymour smiled at her sister as she led the Spanish ambassador into the queen's outer chamber.

"Thank you, Elizabeth," Jane stood and held out her hand for Chapuys to kiss before dismissing her ladies, all except for Lady Mary, who had come to see her earlier that day.

"Your Majesty, it is such a pleasure to see you again," Chapuys smiled warmly at the queen.

"And you as well, Excellency," Jane nodded. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"As you are aware, my master previously proposed a contract between Don Luis and the Lady Mary's Grace," Chapuys dearly wished he could refer to the long suffering princess by her true title but he was still unsure of the risk of unfriendly ears listening in.

Jane nodded

"I am. However, His Majesty has offered no further details on the matter, but I shall do what I can to ensure a resolution that would bring the Lady Mary great happiness."

Chapuys nodded.

"He also sends his regards to you, Your Majesty," he said with a smile. "He is pleased to see such a virtuous and amiable queen, the peacemaker who helped reconcile the king to his eldest daughter and I have heard many Englishmen say even now you have tried to persuade His Majesty to restore the princess to the succession."

"I can only say that I will continue to show favor to the princess in whatever way I can," Jane smiled.

Chapuys frowned.

"However it appears the king prefers to continue to shower affection upon the concubine's little bastards," he growled softly.

"The king is convinced that Lady Elizabeth and her brothers are legitimate," Jane said simply.

"Even if he has to drag his trueborn daughter's name through the mud in order to do so," Elizabeth Seymour grumbled. "I can't understand how the poor princess can abide by this madness."

"If the late Lady Anne had not given the king his sons, things would be very different now," Jane admitted. "But there is little we can do to change that now."

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Though the children were still very young, it was clear to all that little Harry was the spitting image of his father while his brother's resemblance to their mother became even more pronounced.

The boys' personalities were also beginning to make themselves known to all.

Just like his father and namesake, little Harry was very spirited and had a habit of being somewhat demanding, often becoming cross for a short time if said demands were not met. Though he could always be reminded that such behavior was unbecoming in a prince when Lady Bryan chided him for it and would immediately apologize.

Then there was Geoffrey, who while somewhat reserved, also had a fondness for attention, probably due to him being the second most important person in the household he shared with his brother.

Harry never lorded his status as the heir over Geoffrey's head. He loved his brother and knew that it had been a mere twist of fate that it had been he, not Geoffrey, who had been born first when it very easily could have gone that way.

He had heard some people say Geoffrey was not as important as he was because he was the Prince of Wales and Geoffrey was only the Duke of York. He had been ready to give the courtiers a right telling off for daring to say such hurtful things about his brother. After all, Geoffrey was their prince too!

Geoffrey however had stated that the murmurings that he, only a second son, would not amount to much only made the younger prince that much more determined to prove them all wrong.

Their elder sister Elizabeth had come to visit them at the residence they shared in Windsor from her own establishment at Hatfield, and it was during these visits that the boys would learn a little about their Mama.

According to Elizabeth, their mother had been a beautiful and sweet woman with dark hair like Geoffrey's and piercing eyes that both Elizabeth and Geoffrey had inherited whereas Harry took more after their father the king. Mama had also grown up in the French king's court with their Aunt Mary before she married their Papa. But even after she became queen, she spoke French and enjoyed French things, both traits she had passed onto her daughter.

"Papa's a Tudor and the Tudor colors are green and white," Harry said once. "What were Mama's colors, Lizbeth?"

Elizabeth smiled at the mention of the nickname her brothers had chosen for her. When they were young and had tried to say her full name, it had come out sounding like 'Lizbeth'. She didn't mind though, it made her feel closer to them especially when she hardly got to see them due to their home being so far from Hatfield.

"Mama's colors were purple and blue," she explained. "And her motto was 'The Most Happy'."

The twins were always enraptured whenever they heard stories of the mother who had died when they were still little babes. But no one would tell them what had happened to her and Lizbeth would always tell them it was not something they needed to know.

Harry was especially indignant. He was the Prince of Wales and future king of England, he had every right to know what had happened to the Mama he loved and missed so much yet had never even met.

Luckily, Elizabeth managed to diffuse the situation by telling her brothers the real reason she had come; their Papa had said they were to have a baby brother soon and he wanted them all to be there when their new brother was born.

Both boys were excited at the idea of going back to their father's court now that they were much older. They would also be able to see their other sisters, Princess Margery and Lady Mary.

Mary Tudor was their oldest sister, even older than Lizbeth, but because she was not Mama's daughter she wasn't a princess. Margery wasn't Mama's daughter either but she was a princess. The matter had confused the twins until their sister informed them that when Mama died, Papa had married another lady, Margery's mother Queen Jane.

The twins rarely ever saw them, but they were looking forward to seeing Margery, they liked her almost as much as they liked Lizbeth.
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Henry had planned this.

Jane fought back an unhappy frown as she noted that all of the royal family were dressed in purple.

Henry wore a splendid suit of dark purple velvet and a necklace of thick, golden medallions around his neck while Jane herself had chosen a simple gown in soft lavender silk and a white damask petticoat with her blonde hair pulled back and held with a jeweled comb and a simple gold necklace set with amethysts, along with a few pieces from the collection of the queen's jewels, the latter at Henry's insistence.

The twins, who had just arrived wore small suits nearly identical to their father's, further highlighting little Harry's resemblance to the king, not that anyone could really say much on that matter without enraging Henry.

The only one who was not wearing the exclusive color was Lady Mary, who stood off to the side of the dais instead of on it like the rest of her family. The dress she wore of silver satin with a square neckline decorated with seed pearls was lovely, but Jane could see the sadness and longing in the girl's eyes, especially as her gaze landed on Margery and then Elizabeth.

Jane wondered if Mary now resented her youngest half-sister because while both were legitimate princesses by rights, Margery was the only one acknowledged.

Jane had never wanted her stepdaughter to resent her, but what could she do?

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He father had planned this.

Mary stood in her place, off to the side of the dais, watching as her father sat with Harry on his lap while Geoffrey sat in one of the small thrones next to Henry's while Elizabeth and Margery sat in theirs off to the side of Jane's throne.

Everyone in the royal family were wearing purple, another privilege that Mary had now been denied.

The one-time princess wondered how long her father would continue to degrade and humiliate her, even after she had already submitted to him. She had signed the Oath, what more did he want from her that she hadn't already given him?

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Alright, I hope everyone enjoyed the brand new chapter here. And the next chapter will be out on Monday, January 7th. Until then, everyone.