A/N: Apologies for the slight delay, ladies and gentlemen, a few things came up, including a particularly nasty thunderstorm, but here is the brand new chapter. Thank you to the-loststone, FashionLuver98, QueenAnneTudor, Cyberbook, Crockett Rocket, Vwchick, littlesexywitch, hateme101, Child of Dreams, Robin4, Sparky She-Demon, The-Living-Shadow, tricorvus, Guest, Guest, Guest, CrystaKaouri, Guest, and Guest for the reviews on the last chapter, and I hope you enjoy this new one.

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Margery smiled as she and Elizabeth sat down.

"How have you been, sister?" the younger princess asked as their meals were set before them.

"I've been well," Elizabeth answered. "And I hope you have been as well."

"I just feel sad for Mother," Margery couldn't suppress a sigh. "I know she is devastated by the loss of our brother. Edward and I are."

"As are Harry, Geoffrey, and I," Elizabeth nodded sympathetically. "He would have been our brother as well."

This was true; Elizabeth knew inwardly that there would never be any real love between her and the woman who secretly referred to her and her twin brothers as bastards, she could never allow her dislike to extend to her younger brother and sister, along with the baby brother she would now never know.

"I made him a blanket," Margery said softly. "I made sure the stitches were as close to perfect as I could possibly get them."

"I should like to see it," Elizabeth offered a smile. "I'm quite sure it's lovely."

"I burned it," Margery frowned. "I didn't want to ever look at it again when Mother lost the baby."

Elizabeth said nothing to this, but she reached across the table to gently take her sibling's hand.

"I am sorry," she murmured.

"You didn't know," Margery said. "I had wanted it to be a surprise."

"I understand."

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Harry smiled as he looked down at the letter he had just finished to Mary. He would have it sent right away, for the faster the letter was sent off, the sooner Mary would read it and write back.

The elder twin prince still adored each of his elder sisters, even if Mary was only his half-sister. And their relationship seemed to have become closer still, even if Mary was no longer in England, now residing in Bavaria, with her husband Phillip.

Though he had only met the man once or twice, Harry had decided that he liked Duke Phillip; he was as cordial as his cousin Princess Anne, whom Harry liked very much. And he was always very kind and loving to Mary. And anyone who could treat his eldest sister kindly was so someone Harry could certainly allow himself to be fond of.

"Your Highness, dinner is ready," Uncle William Stafford entered his chambers.

"Very well, Uncle," Harry stood up from his writing desk. "I would like to send another letter to Lady Mary.

William nodded.

"Of course, Your Highness."

Harry was also quite fond of his uncle William. The man had been Aunt Mary's husband, and while Harry had not seen him until Uncle George had appointed him to what had at the time been Harry and Geoffrey's shared household, he had been the one to save Harry's life during the time the traitor Brereton and Ambassador Chapuys had tried to poison the princes. For that alone, Harry, and his family as a whole, would forever be thankful to William.

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Geoffrey sighed as he looked up from his studies.

He was fond of learning, truly he was. But the sunshine outside was beckoning to the young Duke of York. How he wished he could instead do something outdoors. Be it riding, archery, or even simply taking a stroll in the gardens, the boy would gladly set aside his reading for the time being to enjoy but a few short moments outside now that the rains had ceased for a while.

It was times like this that made him miss Harry all the more. The twins' residences were a considerable distance apart, which made visits infrequent. Letters could be exchanged, but it was not the same.

Lizbeth had once said perhaps the pair were closer due to their being twins, which Geoffrey wholeheartedly agreed with.

"Your Highness, the lesson has not yet ended," came a stern remark from his tutor.

Geoffrey nodded reluctantly before returning to his task, forcing himself to focus despite the odd sense of foreboding that he was beginning to feel. After all, it was foolish.

Wasn't it?

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As the cakes were set before them, Margery looked longingly at Elizabeth's. She knew she should not be envious, but the younger princess could not help it..

"Sister," Elizabeth tried to mask her tone as she caught sight of her sister's expression. "Would you per chance like to have my cake and for me to have yours?"

"Oh, if you please, Lizbeth," Margery nodded eagerly.

"Very well," Elizabeth conceded before quickly adding sternly, "But only this once."

"Yes, Lizbeth," Margery agreed quickly.

Kat Ashley, Elizabeth's governess, watched the exchange with a hint of amusement and when Elizabeth realized that she had seen it, Kat gave her young charge a reassuring wink. This would not be the first time the occasionally indulgent governess had kept a secret for the princess.

It was at that moment however, that Catherine Brandon realized what had happened; Margery had eaten Elizabeth's cake...the cake laced with the poison that Elizabeth Seymour had given her to give to the little bastard Elizabeth!

As she quickly shuffled over to the table, Margery's excited chatter had come to a halt.

Elizabeth looked concered as Margery began to clear her throat loudly, followed by a small bout of gasping.

"Margery," she stood up from her seat and moved toward the now silent little girl. "Are you-"

Margery began to tremble and slowly her trembling became more and more violent before she fell from her chair and onto the floor.

"Margery!" the normally composed Elizabeth hurried to her sister's side.

Kat gasped and raced over as well.

"What is happening to her?!" Elizabeth demanded, her expression fearful.

"I do not know," Kat confessed. "She seemed fine until she..."

"The cake!" Elizabeth screamed. "No! No!"

"Poison!" Kat shrieked.

As Kat shouted for the guards, Elizabeth hastily pulled the still shaking Margery into her arms. Harry had been poisoned and he had lived. Surely Margery would be as well. She was young, but she was vibrant and full of life, surely that would mean...

She pushed the thoughts from her mind. Margery couldn't die. Elizabeth wouldn't let her...

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Harry's thoughts were far from his food as he ate. He had found himself thinking more of Geoffrey as of late. The pair hadn't seen one another since they had been at court to meet their new cousin Anne Bryan. And that had been a few months past.

Ludlow wasn't too far from Windsor, perhaps he could vist Geoffrey soon. Or he could write Geoffrey and bid that the younger twin visit him.

He had never lorded his status as the elder twin or future king over Geoffrey's head, even as a jest, but perhaps he would just this once. After all, sometimes it was amusing to excite Geoffrey's ever present temper, which William had once remarked Geoffrey had no doubt inherited from both Papa and Mama.

Suddenly, Harry felt a burning pain in his chest and he began to pant. Slowly at first, but more and more desperately as he felt his chest growing tighter and tighter, air eluding his lungs.

As he sank to his knees and his hands scrabbled at his neck, he began to gasp loudly.

"Your Highness... Your...Harry!" Uncle William was on his knees beside Harry, trying to loosen the clothes about the boy's neck to help him breathe a bit more easily. But it did no good.

Harry began to cough. At first, nothing but dry, hacking coughs, but within minutes, spittle combined with blood began to fall from his lips and stream down his chin, covering his hands as the prince fell backward. He would have struck his head against the floor had William not caught him.

It only took a matter of moments for a thoroughly worried William to realize that his young nephew had been poisoned. He had to act quickly. This was a different poison than the last had been.

Several servants were standing nearby, looking frightened. When William saw them just standing about, he found himself glaring with rage.

"What are you doing?!" he shouted. "Don't just stand there! Fetch the physician! Bring something to purge the poison! Fools, help your prince!"

Harry began to convulse, and his hands clasped the side of William's forearm.

It took only one look into the boy's eyes, and the man realized his young nephew was beyond his, or anyone on earth's, help.

"Uncle..." he choked out. "H-help me..."

William wrapped one arm around the boy's trembling frame and allowed the boy's trembling hands to cover his own.

"It's going to be alright," he whispered, trying to mask his own fear. "It will be alright..."

Nothing else could be done...all William could do was try to ease the child's passing as much as he could.

"I..." Harry groaned as a fresh torrent of blood gushed from his lips.

William fought back the tears as the boy's entire body shuddered before becoming completely still.

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The corners of her lips tugged upward ever so slightly as she stared into the fireplace.

The task had been carried out, Elizabeth had said.

A part of Jane had wondered if this was the best course of action. But that hesitation had quickly been quashed as the thoughts of her son and daughter being ignored in favor of their older half-siblings that so made her blood boil filled her mind.

After today, Margery would be given her dues as a proper princess, and soon Edward would be his father's heir, as he was always meant to be. No longer would their proper places be filled by bastards born of an adulterous farce of a union between the king and the temptress who had seduced him.

After today, all would be as it should be.

She just had to be patient.

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I hope you all enjoyed this, and the next chapter will be out on Tuesday, September 1st. Until then, everyone.