A/N: Apologies for the slight delay, ladies and gentlemen, a few things came up, but here is the brand new chapter. Wow, over 400 reviews. Thanks, you guys and I really am glad you guys are loving this story and hope you will continue to do so. Many thanks to Robin4, QueenAnneTudor, Cyberbook, tricorvus, Vwchick, iamlostinfandoms, IWantColouredRain, CrystalKaouri, Crockett Rocket, Guest, Child of Dreams, Guest, Ophaeliia, and WinxClubBloom6 for the reviews on the last chapter. Enjoy, everyone.

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"You're certain it will work?" Elizabeth asked the man.

"Oh, yes indeed, milady," the man answered with a grin. "Just a two fingers measure will have a man dead in minutes. "

"So it's a fast-acting poison?"

The man chuckled and Elizabeth grimaced at the stench of the man's foul breath.

"That is is, milady," he nodded his head. "So do you want it or no?"

"Tell no one we have spoken," Elizabeth said, thrusting the payment into the man's hands. "Or else you'll be joining the recipients of this poison."

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Catherine Brandon frowned as she watched Princess Margery sew. The young princess had stated earlier that she intended to make a gift for her elder brothers, the twin 'princes'.

The Duchess of Suffolk knew that it was perhaps wrong to hold such a disregard for the boys when they were not to blame for their mother's actions. But even still, it had been their very existence that had ultimately ended any chance of England ever reconciling with Rome, as well as poor Princess Mary being branded a bastard forever.

Catherine was also quite certain that were it not for Anne's being a Protestant, the Pilgrimmage of Grace never would have occurred, and King Henry never would have felt the need to senselessly slaughter those innocent men, women, and children, whose only crimes were to uphold what was right.

She could never forgive her husband for the part he played in the slaughter. Before he had left, she begged him to be merciful, only for her pleas to fall upon deaf ears. He had tried to reconcile with her, but even now, she could still feel the presence of those that he had killed. The blood would be on his hands forever.

"Lady Catherine," Margery pulled the seething duchess from her thoughts. "Do you think Harry and Geoffrey will like the gifts I have made for them?"

She held up a shirt of purple cloth with golden embroidery swirling about the collar. No doubt for the so-called Prince of Wales as they were the colors of his livery. Beside her sat another shirt of blue cloth embroidered with silver thread, clearly meant for 'Prince' Geoffrey.

"They are lovely, Your Highness," Catherine forced herself to smile and employ a tone of kindness. "I am sure they will love them."

In truth, Catherine almost hoped the princes did not like them and were as open about their opinions as their royal father was. Perhaps then Margery would stop thinking so highly of them. Honestly, the princess seemed almost reverent when it came to her older half-siblings.

"I wanted to sew something for Lizbeth, but knowing her she would rather have a book to read instead," Margery stated thoughtfully. "But I suppose I could add some embroidery to the book's cover. I believe she would like that."

"Perhaps she would," Catherine fought the urge to simply say she cared not what a royal bastard would or would not like. She would already have enough trouble keeping herself composed when 'Princess' Elizabeth arrived within the hour.

Since she was at court for the time being, Margery had wanted to spend some time with her elder sister by asking her to sup with her this evening. Despite the age difference between the pair, Elizabeth always seemed to enjoy spending time with Margery and so had said she would.

Catherine found that she hated Elizabeth nearly as much as she had hated her mother. She had that woman's same eyes, her smile that appeared more like a smirk, and she was quite proud. The fact that she too was growing up a Protestant made it all the more infuriating.

There had been rumors before the twins were born that Elizabeth was not truly King Henry's child, but rather the product of an affair that Anne Boleyn had partaken in and passed her lover's bastard off as the king's child. Catherine could have believed it, as she was sure many others would have, were it not for Elizabeth's red-gold hair and creamy white skin that left no room for doubt that she was a Tudor.

Before Margery could say anything more, the pair were greeted by none other than the queen's sister Elizabeth Seymour.

"Hello, Aunt Elizabeth," Margery smiled as Elizabeth curtsied.

"Why hello, Princess," Elizabeth smiled in return before turning to Catherine. "Lady Catherine, I wonder if I might trouble you for assistance regarding a task for the queen?"

Catherine nodded in spite of some misgivings. In the last few years, she found her fondness for Queen Jane had waned, mainly due to the queen no longer attempting to persuade King Henry to restore Princess Mary to the line of succession, instead preferring to see to the interests of her own son and daughter. But, even still if this were a task assigned by the queen, one could not disobey.

As she followed Elizabeth Seymour to the outer chamber of Princess Margery's rooms, she noticed the other woman seemed to be a bit agitated.

"What is it, Lady Elizabeth?" she questioned.

"I was told that Margery invited her sister to sup with her this evening," Elizabeth said softly.

"She did," Catherine nodded.

A cold smirk climbed upon Elizabeth Seymour's lips.

"Excellent," she murmured, reaching into the folds of her gown before producing a vial of dark brown liquid.

Catherine's eyes widened.

"Is that-?" she began, only for Elizabeth to put her finger to her lips.

"Hush, or all will be lost," she whispered. "Now, when the little bastard comes here, see that she eats the food with this and it will put an end to this madness."

"How did you-"

"Nevermind all of that. Just know that we intend to see that all three of the little Boleyn bastards are dealt with," Elizabeth said. "Then Edward's future as king is assured, and Margery will no longer have to endure the humiliation of always being regarded as less important to a girl born of a whore."

Catherine was stunned. Could the woman truly mean this?

"And how do you mean to accomplish this feat without arousing suspicion?" she asked. "If the king were to catch word of this, he would immediately order an investigation."

"Yes, but we have already found a way to provide suspects," Elizabeth said. "We have offered a man a great deal of money to provide for his family if he willingly admits to being the poisoner. He will simply say he is one of Queen Katherine's sympathizers. The king will believe it."

She pressed the vial into Catherine's hand.

"See that Lady Elizabeth is given this, whether it be in her food, or her drink," she said softly. "It matters not which. They say the poison is potent and death is certain once it's ingested. Then, we will be free of them forever."

In spite of herself, Catherine smiled. Finally, the last traces of Anne Boleyn would vanish forever. The children that never should have come into existence would no longer claim a throne they had no true right to.

It would all be put to rights soon.

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I hope you all enjoyed this, and the next chapter will be out on Friday, August 21st. Until then, everyone.