Lord Thomas Cromwell POV
February 13, 1513
Cromwell Manor, England
The irony of today's day and age was not lost on me. February 13, 1513 - my 36th birthday and I had no heir to carry on my family name. I thought often of how my legacy would be forgotten, never to be remembered.
On that day, as I found himself deep in thought within the silence of my manor, my attention was hijacked by the recollection of a young woman I had recently encountered - 16-year-old Elizaveta Weasley nee Krum. Her beauty had struck me, and I knew not the tale of her being married to 55-year-old Richard Weasley, let alone the four-year-old Edward, three-year-old Cersei, two-year-old Lyssa, one-year-old son Jaime and the three newborns, Rosalind, Thalia, and Sansa. All that meant nothing to Boleyn, as my one major drive in life was to have an heir to carry on my legacy.
In a moment of drunken and passionate fervor, I found myself barging into Elizaveta's room, closing the door and locking it tight, and taking my pants and underwear off. Not caring about the consequences, I stripped the woman naked and took her without a moment's hesitation. The young woman groaned and moaned softly in traumatic pleasure as I continued thrusting into her, panting and grunting as I went.
As the climax arrived, Elizaveta groaned louder than ever, her eyes shut tightly in pleasure - a pleasure that was quickly forgotten upon the realization of what I had done. Not caring if the young woman had potentially conceived, I hastily distanced myself, as Lord Richard was away and could not know of the affair.
The following day, I married 13-year-old virginal Sofia Krum, Elizaveta's sister, with barely a consideration for the proceedings. Not stopping there, I slept with 12-year-old Jane Seymour afterwards, without the plan of having her conceive.
It was all part of my plan of course - I wanted a son to carry on my family name, wanted myself to be the father of the most powerful man in England.
Fenrir Greyback POV
February 21, 1513
Greyback Manor, England
It had been a long few hours as I had watched Amalia give birth to the small bundle of joy that was our children. Since the moment I had first met her, I had known I wanted to marry her and start a family. Now that family was here, I felt so overwhelmed with emotions that I could not even begin to describe them all.
I was filled with so much joy, love, and pride at the same time. I had also asked Natasha, my secret mistress to be present, and much to my surprise she too was about to give birth to the 8 beautiful babies who would now share my blood with me.
I chose names that encompassed the loved that I wanted to give them in life, making sure each one was unique. Erikson, Hati, and Freya for my children with Amalia, and for Natasha's, Ragnar, Baldric, Skoll, Mathias, Katharin, Melissa, Marie, and Solange.
It was the happiest of moments for me, and yet there was also the pain of knowing that these children had two different mothers. Despite that, I did my best to create a sense of equality between them, ensuring that no one felt less loved than the others.
I looked upon them all fondly, feeling the love for them that was welling up inside me. They were special, unique, and absolutely perfect in every way. I couldn't wait to see them grow up and see the amazing adults they would become.
Miss Elizaveta Weasley nee Krum POV
March 13, 1513
Weasley-Krum Cottage, England
I woke up as I normally do, before the sun. A typical day of being a mother would be long and busy, so I wanted to have as much time in the morning as I could to take care of my children. I rose from my bed and quickly donned my day dress. Descending downstairs I was welcomed by my children, lined up in their nightclothes, ready for their morning kisses.
I began my day with Edward, starting with a hug and a morning prayer petitioning for good health. Then I moved on to Cersei and Lyssa, giving them each equal affection and afternoon worth of chores. I then went to my baby Jaime and wrapped him up in a tender embrace, making sure to brush my magic through his feathers as he glowed in my hold.
After lightly dribbling my thumb across their heads, Rosalind, Sansa, and Thalia were the next in line for my morning caresses. I repeated the same prayer for them, followed by an embrace with a dash of magical protection.
If I had the time, which I rarely did, I could continue down the line of my little ones, but today I was needed upstairs. A bundle of joy and surprise was waiting for me; I was sure of it. Lord Thomas Cromwell had made a visit just the night before to surprise me with news of two new additions.
My feet took me quickly up the winding staircase to the loft laden with the promise of a new life. It was at this moment that I came across the bundle that awaited me. Nestled in a basket were pets for the unborn bastards. He gave my unborn daughter Magdalene a wolf, with her wide puppy dog eyes and a coat of black hair and my unborn son Alexander was given a horse, with a silver mane. My unborn children were all given gifts. Diana was given a Tiger cub, Katherine given a white lion, Bethany a jaguar, and Anne a fox. Anthony was given a black tiger, Thomas was given a coyote, and Phillip was given a hidden Pegasus. All while I am still pregnant with them.
My heart sank at the sight of them, so small, so fragile. I prayed for their health and to provide them with a better life than I have had. My hand gently caressed each of their cheeks uneasily, they seemed to take comfort in my touch, perhaps the magic that hummed inside them. I reminded myself of their future and the gift of magic these children's pets possessed. They would attend Durmstrang and Beauxbatons with their owners, to learn the important abilities and the legacy that had been passed onto each of them.
As I cooked breakfast for my family, my thoughts swirled with the excitement of the possibilities, and I felt nothing but joy and hope for the future. However, just as quickly as the joy came, darkness began to creep in. I did not have the resources to provide for my growing family, much less send my children to the two prestigious schools for magical instruction.
Still, I would make whatever sacrifices necessary for them. As I went about my day, the thoughts of my children kept me going. I found the strength and courage to provide for them, and I found solace in the hope that one day they would be able to live out their full potential.
I had faith that things would work out and that one day my children would thrive and fulfill their rightful destinies as proud members of the illustrious wizarding community.
Each and every night, I prayed the same prayer that I started with this morning, "Please protect and provide for my babies, so that they may learn all the good that the world has to offer. And let them become a positive force in the magical community". And with that I tucked them in and without fail, we all slept peacefully that night.
Lady Hortensia Blackwell POV
March 31, 1513
Greyback Mansion, England
I always loved wolves, from the moment I was a little girl growing up near Greyback Mansion in England. Greyback Mansion is home to two werewolf packs, Alpha Fenrir's pack and Beta Nathaniel's pack. So, when the Alpha of Fenrir's pack, Fenrir, and the Beta of Nathaniel's pack, Nathaniel, both requested that I be their breeder, I was honored to accept.
It was March 31, 1513 when I gave birth to four boys for Alpha Fenrir, Hadrian, Romulus, Remus and Cyrus, and four girls for Beta Nathaniel, Lupa, Luna, Thalia and Lilly. It was a joyous occasion, and I could not have been more proud of the new pups.
What I was not expecting was the sudden arrival of two more alphas, Alpha Evan Blackwood and Alpha Theo Stark of the Blackwood and Stark packs. They both needed heirs, and while I was still at a loss of why they had chosen me, I could only assume that I was considered an ideal candidate due to my fertility.
But the shock of that night wasn't limited to the alphas' sudden arrival. To my horror, they insisted on breeding me then and there. Despite my protests, they both pounded their cocks into my womanhood at the same time, and I felt the pain and shame that came along with that. After spending months feeling violated, I learned that I was pregnant again, this time with the alphas' pups.
My due date was marked for December 31, 1513. I dreaded the idea of being a breeder time and time again, but this was my destiny. As I anxiously wait for the due date to come, I can only hope that I would be blessed with healthy pups and that they would be welcomed into their respective packs with open arms.
Lady Sofia Cromwell nee Krum POV
August 13, 1513
Cromwell Manor, England
I lay in bed, heavy with my child, resting peacefully as the midwife tended to the plants along the windowsill. I still had three months to go in my pregnancy but was feeling more comfortable and tired as the days passed. Suddenly, I heard the door swing open with a loud creak. Startled, I opened my eyes and saw a man standing in the doorway. I recognized him as a light wizard from the Dumbledore family who had a well-known disdain for my family's darkness.
He approached me with a vile in his hand and without warning, forced it down my throat. I felt my body tense up as the fiery liquid burned my throat. Instantly, I felt the pain of labor pains race through me. Before I even had a chance to try and push back against this cruel act, I was in the throes of labor.
I held my breath, expecting to see my beautiful baby boy, but instead, the light wizard snatched him away from me. He then proceeded to force a blood adoption potion down the poor boy's throat, instantly turning him into his son with his wife as if I had never even given birth to my own precious child.
My tears quickly began to stream down my face as I watched the wizard taking away my baby, my own flesh and blood. I feel my heart was crushed by this act of betrayal and cruelty. My poor little boy who he names Aries would never know the love of his mother's embrace. I had failed him.
I can only imagine the life he will lead. No doubt he will be under the tyrant's thumb for the rest of his days, never free to be himself. My body aches so much from the pain of childbirth, but my heart aches even more. I will never forget my child, and I will always long to see him again.
Lady Jane Evans nee Seymour POV
September 13, 1513
Evans Manor, England
My name is Lady Jane Evans, nee Seymour and this is my story.
It was September 13, 1513. I had been married to Sir Richard Evans for just over a year and I had always been a loyal and loving wife.
On that day however, my life changed drastically. It was late afternoon and I suddenly heard a loud commotion outside; people were shouting, and I heard the sound of horses galloping. I went to the window to take a look, but before I could even see what was happening, a dozen or so cloaked figures broke through the door.
At the forefront of the group was a young woman, no more than thirteen years old. I later found out that she was Lady Sofia Cromwell nee Krum, the wife of Lord Thomas Cromwell. She was accompanied by several other equally formidable looking men.
Without saying a single word, the woman and her entourage grabbed me and forcefully dragged me to the bedchamber. She then forced my legs open and thrust a dagger into my waters in attempt to induce labor, ignoring my cries of pain and protest.
I shall never forget those grueling moments that followed... After what seemed like hours, I heard the cries of four newborn babes. They were Lord Cromwell's bastards, conceived of Thomas and my affair. Lady Sofia then proclaimed the babes as her own. When I asked what would happen to them, she simply replied with a malevolent smirk. "They are mine now."
The last thing she did before leaving was to erase my memory of the events using a spell. I was suddenly overwhelmed with a storm of blackness, and everything became a complete blur.
Third Person POV
September 20, 1513
Cromwell Manor, England
Lady Sofia Cromwell nee Krum sat by the fire in Cromwell Manor pondering what she had done the past week. She had to make Jane Evans nee Seymour give birth, by forcefully poking her water with a dagger. This was no ordinary birth, as there were five newborns not one. Sofia stole the newborns and sacrificed them to the Egyptian God, Set. She could only hope she had pleased her God and in turn, she would conceive and bear her husband and Lord Thomas Cromwell's heir in 9 months' time.
Little did Sofia know that Set had a trick up his sleeve. All of a sudden, she felt a force, as if a spell had been cast upon her. Looking around the room, Sofia saw no one, but suddenly felt the warmth of Set materialize before her in the form of a snake. With no warning, the snake lunged for Sofia, laying her on the ground, and then entering the deepest part of her being. Sofia felt a bizarre and sudden sensation wash over her body, as if her womb was now being invaded with power.
Realizing what was happening, Sofia accepted her fate, allowing Set and his twin sister, Seshat to enter her womb in snake form. As Sofia lay on the ground, her stomach still as flat as ever, she begin to feel a powerful electrical current run through her body. Sofia soon realized Set and Seshat were pregnant with her husband's children, and while she had felt no pain, it was not entirely normal either.
Sofia heard her husband come in an hour later and, to her surprise, he had come home to have sex with Sofia. During this, Sofia felt her womb begin to fill with powerful energy again, as if the Gods had been fertilized. Sofia had no intention of telling her husband of their birthright, and thus chose to name them with Arabic names. Set being named Azizi, Seshat named Asima and the rest of the children given the name of Yocheved, Suri and Thaddeus for the last born.
Now all that was left was for Sofia to ponder how her husband, Thomas, would react when he found out his heirs were not of his flesh but of the Gods? However, Sofia was certain that the will of the Gods had been followed and thus could only wait to see what would happen next.
Heiress Elizabeth Potter POV
October 13, 1513
Potter Manor, England
I awoke on the morning of October 13, 1513, with an unspeakable dread in my heart. The sun had barely risen above the horizon, but the world seemed already drowned in darkness. I, Elizabeth Potter, heiress to the Potter Manor and all its fortunes, knew that something monstrous was soon to come.
I felt it in the way my servants shared quick glances as I descended the grand staircase. I felt it in the way that my third cousin, Richard, the youngest branch member of the Potter clan, seemed to linger in the shadows of my doorstep. I felt it in the way he looked at me, with uninhibited hunger and lust.
It wasn't until nightfall that my premonition was realized. Richard had summoned me to his quarters, demanding I be undressed as soon as I arrived. I hardly had time to register his request before he had already commenced forcing his manhood into my body. He rammed himself into me without the slightest concern for my wellbeing, taking my virginity, all the while uttering cruel words of derision and command.
"You are my soon to be wife tomorrow. So get used to feeling my manhood and bearing my children." he declared between heavy grunts.
And with that, Richard was gone. I soon learned of his mission. My third cousin had gone to my fourth cousin, James Potter, who resided in the main branch residence, and had set fire to the home with James and his eleven babes inside. His brutality had made him the sole heir to the legacy of Lord Potter, Lord Peverell, and Lord Gryffindor as his brother, John Potter, had perished in the war. Thus, I was coerced into marriage to Richard, becoming Lady Potter, Lady Peverell, and Lady Gryffindor.
He then took to locking me in a tower, naked and left alone with nothing but the servitude of his house elves. I soon discovered the true nature of these creatures. I could hardly comprehend the humiliation, pain, and degradation as Richard thrust his singularly long manhood into my womanhood upsettingly for what seemed like ages. I would cry and plead for mercy to no avail. He would cackle and hoot away as laughed at my suffering.
Queen Jasmina Tudor nee Potter POV
October 24, 1513
Hampton Palace, England
I stared out the window, watching the autumnal leaves twirl around the vast grounds of Hampton Palace, all the while letting tears run down my cheeks; I had been grieving the losses of my entire extended family- James and his eleven children in a fire, and my brother John in the war with Scotland- for almost two weeks now.
The chill of the October air was a sharp contrast to the warmth of King Henry VIII's strong arms as he wrapped them around me. He whispered assurances in my ear, calming me and my troubled heart.
In the midst of our mourning, a faint sound broke the silence of the palace. Initially, I assumed it to be one of my three daughters, Rose, Aurora, Bellatrix or Rhaella, or sons Aegon, Viserys, Baelor, Rhaego, Daeron, Rhaegar, Daemon, but when I lifted my face from Henry's chest, I quickly realised it had a different source.
Henry quickly jumped into action, striding across the room with authority. I scrambled to follow him, curious about the noise we heard. When we finally reached it, we found a small, swaddled bundle of silver and pink cradled in a makeshift basket. Upon further inspection, Henry discovered what I already knew to be true- it was a newborn baby, with no father, no family, and no name.
Henry looked at me and said, "This is the miracle that we were hoping for. Despite the sorrow we've been enduring, I know it's time for us to take care of this new member of the family." With tears still streaming down my face, and a feeling of utter joy rising in me, I reached a handout towards the little boy. With utmost tenderness, I picked him up and held him close to my chest, saying in a whisper, "Welcome Aemon, love of our lives."
Lord Richard Potter POV
December 24, 1513
Potter Manor, England
I watch from my bed chambers, at Potter Manor, England, as the last rays of the winter solstice sunset dip beneath the horizon. As the night draws ever closer, I think of all the years I have lived and the power and influence I have gained through my cunning. I smile deviously - all because of her.
Tonight I will gain upon her powers yet again. I slowly make my way up the winding staircase to the little tower where I have kept my poor wife for the past two years. I have forcibly taken away her youth and use her magical powers to make myself younger and infinitely more powerful than I ever was before. Her cries of pain and anguish fill my ears as I enter the tower and approach her cowering form in the corner. I can feel the magic in her veins coursing through my own.
My smile grows wider as I finish draining away the last of what she has to offer. I laugh gleefully at the fact that I have taken everything away from her, and will now never have to fear her or her powers. She lays there still in death - an unconscious corpse of what she once was.
With an evil cackle, I order the house elves to take away her body and burn it, scattering her ashes in the wind so no one will know what has become of her. With that, I know I have ended her suffering and will now have a new chance to gain even greater power that no one else will be able to possess. I looked out of my bedchambers to the night sky with great satisfaction at my deed, feeling that I am on the cusp of immortality.
Lady Sonya Potter nee Delacour POV
January 20, 1514
Potter Manor, England
I had known something was wrong the moment I stepped into Potter Manor. The looks the servants gave me were far too guarded, like that of hunted animals. I felt my throat thicken and my palms grow clammy as an overwhelming feeling of dread slowly blossomed in my chest.
My suspicions were only increased when Lord Richard Potter himself greeted me at the door, who I didn't know at the time was a golem. He was at least twenty years older than what he should have been for his rank and station, his silver-gray hair betraying his age and the lines around his eyes making him look as if he had weathered far too many storms.
My mind raced with questions as he welcomed me warmly into the manor. What was going on here? What did he want with me?
No time was wasted as we were ushered into the dining hall with no explanation. I gasped in shock to see a younger man seated at the head of the table, Lord Richard Potter II, or should I say, Richard, as unknowingly Richard and his son are the same person, his knowing eyes meeting mine. Just as I was about to ask what was going on, Lord Potter stepped in. He announced that I was to be the bride of his son, Lord Richard Potter II. My heart raced in terror, and my body numb with fear.
My protests fell on deaf ears as Lord Potter stayed firm in his plans. I was then whisked away to a secret tower, the floor cold beneath my feet as I stumbled onward. Richard was close behind, his breath hot against my neck. His strong hands wrenched my hair as I was thrown onto the bed, and without a word, he undressed me.
My tears ran freely as he took my virginity, prying and pounding away. I tried to scream for help, but it felt like my throat had been locked eternally, reverberating with fear. When he was done, he pushed away from me and I was left alone in the tower, my heart and mind empty from what had just happened.
For 2 weeks, I was kept in the tower, my food brought through a tiny slot in the door, never seeing the light of day. Richard II would come once a day, never staying too long and always displaying an unwavering kindness that bordered on the strange. His visits were the only thing that gave me solace in my desolation, and the slightest bit of hope that this nightmare would be over soon.
Despite the torment, I survived, though no longer myself. I was docile and compliant, doing as I was told and never questioning my circumstances, but something had broken inside me that I was never able to recover.
Lord Stefan Salvatore POV
February 24, 1513
Salvatore Manor, England
I, Lord Stefan Salvatore of the house of Salvatore, have waited in anticipation of this day for a long time. Today, I am to be married to the love of my life, Mina Krum.
The manor is packed with guests; family, courtiers, servants, and strangers. The platters of food, fine wines, and gilded decorations adorn the halls and tables with opulence and luxury. I take a deep breath, my heart swelling with excitement as I look around in awe.
My thoughts turn to Mina as I contemplate my feelings for her. She is so young, only 15 years old. But I can see her earnestness in her eyes and I know that she loves me as much as I love her. My heart is filled with joy at the knowledge that I will soon be calling her my wife.
The priest kneels before us and begins to lead us in our marriage vows. His words flow and I feel as though my love for Mina doubles with each phrase he speaks. I can hardly keep my eyes from her face. I've never felt this way about anyone before.
The ceremony ends and Mina and I hurry away to our chambers. In anticipation of the night ahead, I help her out of her wedding gown and draw her close. I look deep into her eyes and see the same joy and love that I feel. Together, we lay in bed and consummate our marriage, giving one another our undying love and devotion.
It is the beginning of a life that I wish will never end. I know that as long as Mina is by my side, I will never be alone. She is my sunshine, my world, and I am hers.
