Author's note:
Here the next chapter of Truth in Lies & Shattered Time.
Set in 1553 and other times.
I lost the desire to write for the past four or five years. I had part of this chapter written shortly after I upload the last chapter so long ago and had some problem with my mental health issues that left me bored writing from long ago.
I do still read stories here and on other websites where people post their fan-made stories.
I have also gotten into other fandoms and playing videos games in the past few years.
I still have a plan for this story and I'm still reading books about this time period about the Tudors and the others family from this era.
I hope you enjoy my new chapter.
More crossover with Days Of Shadows Past
Lies & Truths of the Past
Mary Tudor face fell has she watched her sisters argue about what should happen for Elizabeth, daughter of the Harlot, Anne Boleyn has faint memories of her mother came to her mind.
"Your Majesty, what should we do about our traitor sister?" Elisabeth asked well Jessica just stare coldly at her twin.
Isabella, namesake of her mother and her youngest full sister who had died in childbirth at the age of 16 giving birth to her only living child or so the story went, watch her Aunt with a small smile on her face.
"Please forgive her, Aunt Mary. Aunt Elizabeth is a loyal subject to you, has you were to Queen Anne Boleyn while she lived before she was murdered by my grandfather and your father, King Henry VIII." Isabella whispered softly.
"No. I can't forgive her. Not after what her mother did to me." Mary said with hatred in her voice.
"I'm sorry." Isabella said softly before leaving the room.
"Mary, please stop this. I know your hurt but Aunt Mary never meant to hurt you." Jessica said softly to her sister.
"Both of you, leave me alone. I wish to be alone now to think. Thanks for you opinions." Mary said coldly before waiting for her sisters to leave.
She truly didn't know what she would do about Elizabeth.
But whatever she decide to do, she would have to see it all the way to the end.
Even if it killed her inside.
Even if she destroy her soul to protect England from all traitors.
Even if she was forced to turn against her own family.
All she could do was hope and pray that she wouldn't have to.
She didn't want to lose anymore of her family.
She hoped this path wouldn't cost her anymore of her family.
She truly didn't know if the price to keep the throne would be worth it.
All she could do was pray and believe all would be well.
That was all she could do now.
All she could do.
Elizabeth walked around the gardens of the palace of Whitehall at night has she though about what had happen to her without realizing where she was going.
Mary wanted to kill her at first then went back on her word saying that she was under house arrest well she was in the Queen's household.
A young girl of about 20, same age of Elizabeth, walked around quietly hoping that no one would pay to much attention to her.
The young girl looked very familiar to Elizabeth but she couldn't place where she had seen her before.
"Aunt Elizabeth." the young girl said softly to herself.
"Hello. May I asked your name?" Elizabeth asked politely to the young girl.
"I'm Anne Boleyn." Anne said softly.
"Anne... Boleyn?" Elizabeth asked softly with shock in her voice.
"Yes, Aunt Elizabeth." Anne said softly.
"Your my sister's, Mary's daughter with my uncle George. Legally in their eyes but you are her oldest bastard child." Elizabeth said very softly to herself.
"Yes. Please don't tell my mother that you saw me here." Anne begged softly.
"I won't as long as I'm able to talk to you when I'm able." Elizabeth said with a smile.
"Of course. We are friends, Aunt Lizzie." Anne said with a smile.
"Annie." one voice called out.
"Big sister." another voice called out.
"Over here." Anne answered back.
Elizabeth just watched has three more people appeared, two females and one male.
They looked familiar to her also but she doesn't know from where she knew them.
"Aunt Liz." the eldest of the females said.
"Auntie." the other female said.
"Cousin." the male said.
"Mary, Elizabeth & George what are you doing here? Where's Henry at now? Does mother know your back here?" Anne asked her younger siblings happily.
"Henry is reading a book farer into the garden. Mother knows we are here and we came to see you Anne." Elizabeth said softly to her older sister and Aunt.
"But we were also to stay out of the way and not be seen by the public to give us away to them. We also weren't allow to be out in the garden when Aunt Elizabeth was out here at the same time." Mary also said softly.
"We better get Henry and go inside before Mother notices that we are gone. Let's go everybody." Anne said happily before dragging her siblings and Aunt to grab Henry to return to the castle before it was discover they were missing at all.
With a sigh, Elizabeth trailed after them not knowing what the future would bring and how her life would change again.
For the better or for worse only time would tell.
All Elizabeth could hope for was that she would live to see another day and another year at most in her life.
That's all she could hope for.
Anne Boleyn walked around the castle with a sigh.
She hoped that the King was in a good mood today, if not she didn't know what she would do then.
She knew she was walking on thin ice with the King.
No matter what she had done lately the King couldn't stand to be around her.
What could she do?
She didn't know what she could do?
Why was he so mad at her?
No matter what she did he still got mad at her.
She had try so very hard to keep their sons in her womb but it wasn't all her fault that her sons had left her womb.
She couldn't stand to see him love others has she love him so deeply than she ever thought could be possible.
She loved him so much, so why was she not enough for him?
Why did he have to chase after all those other ladies when she was his wife?
Why couldn't he be faithful to just her and her alone?
She had miscarried their children because he loved others that had hurt her deeply.
She had giving everything to him.
Her love.
Her youth.
Her body.
Her first everything that was important in her life had been to him.
Her first child.
Her first lost of a child.
Her first miscarriage.
Her first child death.
Many first with him.
He was and wasn't at the time her first love and also her first real love has an adult.
What she had with Henry Percy was a puppy love.
What she has with the King, her husband was a real true love.
At least it was on her side.
He 'claims' to love her and only her but then he sleeps with another women well she is doing her job of getting birth to his heir.
HOW DARE HE DO THAT TO HER!
HE WOULD ONLY STOP LOVING HER UNTIL THE THAMES BURN DOWN.
WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP.
She now know that he only feels shallow love for her.
So she will treat him like the king he is and try to stop loving him.
He has hurt her one to many time.
There would be no more chance after this for either of them.
She wouldn't let her heart get hurt again.
No matter things couldn't get worse?
Right?
Anne sighed before walking back to her room.
She could only hope for the best.
"Mama" a young female called out to her mother.
"Yes my dear daughter" her mother answered back to her.
"I love you" her daughter said with a smile.
"I love you too." her mother said back with a laugh.
The child ran up to her mother and hugged her with a giggle.
Her beloved mother.
The women she loved most in the whole world.
She would do anything for her mother.
She would burn the whole world down to keep her mother with her.
"Mi hija, Mi amor." her mother would sometimes whispered to her.
"Mon amour, Mon cher coeur ." other times her mother would whispered that to her.
"I love you" she would whispered with a smile.
"I love you too." she would whispered back.
"Mama" was all she would say sometimes.
Her mama was the best.
The only person she wanted around her.
No one else.
Not her papa.
Her beloved Governess.
Her siblings.
Her Aunt.
Her Uncle.
Her Cousins.
Her allies.
Her mama.
No one else.
Just the two of them.
Forever.
Mother and Daughter.
Queen and Princess.
Parent and Child.
Always together.
Always.
NOTHING WOULD TEAR THEM APART.
NOTHING.
NOT HER PAPA.
NOT THE KING.
NO ONE.
FOREVER.
ALWAYS TOGETHER.
NEVER ALONE.
ALWAYS ONE.
NEVER APART.
SHE WAS ALWAYS THE BELOVED DAUGHTER.
NOTHING COULD GO WRONG.
NOTHING.
A young girl awoke with a fright.
The same dream has always.
It would start out normal then turn weird.
She could never make sense of it.
Her mother was dead.
Had been for many years.
She would never see her again.
Her father had seen to that.
So many step-mothers.
None of them could compare to her mother.
None could take her place.
No one else would be the true Queen's of King Henry VIII, for her father but her mother.
No one else.
Just her mama.
Only her mama.
Her beloved mama.
The only one who truly loved her.
Her most beloved parent.
She would make her mother proud.
She would become Queen of England.
For her mama.
No one would stop her.
No one.
Not even the King.
Mary Brandon watched has her niece and daughter played together.
She wrote a letter towards her dear niece, Mary Tudor, and hope she would forgive her someday.
She reveal her true parents and her siblings born on the same day has her.
How her birth had happen.
What her role had been in it.
The lies that had been told and made.
That her whole life was a lie.
That she was a bastard.
That Catherine of Aragon wasn't her mother.
Her mother was Anne Boleyn.
Her father was Henry Tudor.
She was the daughter of the King and at the time a noble women who was now Queen.
She wrote everything she had done and hoped for the best to her niece.
Her dear Mary Tudor, her namesake.
She had done her best to raise her brother and sister.
To protect her the best she could.
That she had no real right to the throne of England.
She was loved.
She was cared for.
She did love her.
She did everything in her power to protect her.
That she was sorry.
That she could hate her.
But not to take it out on her cousins and siblings.
She would have a great future.
Mary Brandon knew she didn't have much time.
She just hoped Mary wouldn't make the wrong choices in the end.
With a sigh, she hide the note with a spell to send it to Mary Tudor after her death.
(After the death of her mothers, both Catherine of Aragon and Anne Boleyn)
(She didn't know both would die within months of each other.)
(One of neglect by her brother and one of murder by sword by her brother.)
For her eyes only.
After that she went to watch her daughter and niece have fun together.
Until the day she died she would never tell anyone the truth of what she had done.
Her ladies-in-waiting that had help her were gone.
Her husband was unable to speak a word of what happen.
The children had been to young to know what had happen and she never said a word about it.
And she never would.
With her last breath all she would say was 'God bless my children' before fading away.
She would also write a letter to her husband, revealing some secrets she had keep from him and lies she had told him.
He would get the letter after her death.
She had spell it for his eyes only.
Including an affair with George Boleyn and secret children she had bared to Boleyn.
Three Children.
Two daughters and a son.
Mary Brandon-Tudor-Boleyn
Anne Brandon-Tudor-Boleyn
George Brandon-Tudor-Boleyn
Born between 1525 and 1528.
Two years after their last son and child had been born,
His heir at the time.
She had them raise in secret for the first few years then made their her wards before she had pass away.
He would end up raising them for the next twelve years before he past himself.
Even though he had betrayal her first he would allow what had happen in the past to from her betrayal of him to be raise in his household.
He still loved her that much.
Luna was young but she knew from a young age Mary Brandon nee Tudor, Dowager Queen of France and Duchess of Suffolk, was her biological Aunt, sister to her father.
Her husband, Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk was her Uncle by marriage and her biological father's best friend from what she had learned.
Her twin was Arthur (didn't know they were triplets).
They were treated like Lord Brandon's bastard children that his wife just seem to care for when they were young but when they were older she would just kick them out.
Their father was the King of England and their mama was a mistress of him.
Mary Brandon was well aware of who their mama was but all she would say was that Luna had her eyes but her hair was black.
Arthur looked like their father's but he had grey eyes.
Mama's eyes were black and beautiful, like darks hooks for the soul.
Father's eyes were blue and stormy like the sea.
Father's wife eyes were grey and peaceful like a star or hard has a stone to some people.
Her half-sister(full sister) had the same eyes has Luna.
She had asked her Aunt about it once.
The angry in her eyes and the way she avoided talking about it meant that Luna didn't asked again.
She learn to just listened to understand what was happening around her and what was new in the world outside of her little life at Suffolk Palace that she mostly stay at with her Aunt or in the country at the house of Westhorpe Hall that her Aunt would stay in also.
Her Uncle disliked her, she called her father Uncle-King from a young age and the Queen was scary.
Lady Anne was new to court in 1522 and had dance in the pageant that had been at court in March for the Emperor.
Lady Anne, her sister, Lady Mary and their brother, Lord George, all had the same eyes has her.
One of the Boleyn sisters must be her mother.
She tried to get her Aunt to talked again about her mother.
She refuse to talk.
Luna just pouted at that.
She wanted to know who her mama was.
She would learn later from a letter who her mother was that her aunt had writing for her and Arthur.
By then it would be to late to have a relationship with either her mother or older full sister.
Anne Boleyn was her mother and Lady Mary Tudor was her older sister.
One was dead and the other hated her.
Arthur didn't really care.
He still loved Aunt Mary and he loved her.
He was still loyal to the King.
He was loyal to their Uncle Charles.
He was loyal to their younger sister Elizabeth and older sister Mary.
They were Protestant.
Not Catholic like their sister Mary.
They never could be.
The three of them were bastards.
They always had been and always would.
Even when their mother and father had married.
They had been born out of wedlock.
They loved their parents.
They loved their family.
They loved their siblings.
(They still missed their Aunt Mary)
For the rest of their life, they missed and loved Mary Rose Tudor the most.
Their beloved Aunt.
No matter what, Luna would still be loyal to her Aunt Mary's memory even years later after her death.
Margaret Boleyn watched has her younger cousin and half-siblings wonder around the gardens of the palace for a bit before going inside hoping not to be seen by anyone else.
Both her parents had die for treason.
Her father, George Boleyn, had died when she was six(has was her twin sister) with her Aunt the Queen of England, Anne Boleyn and four other man.
Her mother, Jane Boleyn, had died when she was almost twelve (has was her twin sister) with the former Queen of England and her cousin, Catherine Howard.
Both had been beheaded with the axe.
She was orphan with her twin and namesake of their mother, Jane Boleyn.
They had been born on March 18, 1530 to their parents.
She had been raised in the household of her cousin, Elizabeth Tudor since she was a girl of three with her twin.
Her mama had been pregnant when her father had died.
She was a month along when the axe had killed him.
She had giving birth in January.
January 23, 1537.
It was a boy.
Her mama had called him, George Boleyn for his father.
If her papa had been alive, Georgie would have been his heir.
Instead, Mama had hidden him away.
She had kept the twin daughters born to her before what had happen in May 1536.
He was raise by their Aunt Mary Stafford nee Boleyn before she had died in July 1543.
Her cousin Catherine Knollys nee Carey had raise George after her mother's death.
She had raised him until 1553 when Queen Mary came to the throne.
George was sixteen at the time.
She and Jane were twenty-three years at this time.
He had been married off to Lady Jane Grey by orders of the King Edward VI of England.
They had been married on May 21, 1552.
Jane had been happy.
She had been confused by this marriage.
Lady Jane Grey had giving birth to a baby boy on March 20, 1553.
They had called him Edward after the King her cousin.
George had been happy.
He had been raise by his cousin but had became an companion to the former Prince of Wales at the time Edward Tudor when he was six.
Around the same time has the death of his Aunt Mary had past his wardship into Catherine's hands along with her half-sister and half-brother wardship into her hands.
Her stepfather had allowed her to raise her two living half-siblings at the time.
He remarried two years after her mother's death.
To a distant cousin of his, Dorothy Stafford.
So George Boleyn had grown up has a close friend of Edward Tudor.
So his close friend, cousin Jane Grey and George Boleyn had made friends along with his older half-sister Elizabeth who had join his household somethings to learn with him.
When they had following in love, he had allowed them to court and then married.
For he was the King and his word was law.
( At least in his eyes. He was still seen has to young at fourteen.)
The marriage had gone ahead has George was shown to be the heir of Thomas Boleyn and only son of his son George Boleyn.
The King, Henry VIII, had allow George to inherited one of the title his Grandfather had owned at the time of his death.
The Earl of Wiltshire, along with the courtesy title of Viscount Rochford.
The Earl of Ormond had been given to another cousin of Thomas Boleyn in 1538, Piers Butler before he died in 1539.
His heir and oldest son, James Butler became the next Earl of Ormond before he too had died in 1546.
His heir and oldest son, Thomas Butler had been sent to England in 1544 where he was raise for sometime in the household of the Prince of Wales.
So George Boleyn became the second Earl of Wiltshire in his family shortly after his second birthday.
His grandfather, Thomas Boleyn had passed away on March 12, 1539.
His wife, Elizabeth Boleyn had passed away on April 3, 1538.
Henry VIII was well aware of George Boleyn birth but he ignore him until he had used of him.
Allowing Thomas Boleyn's youngest grandson and only son of his only son to inherited one of his title was a favor of being one of the King's most loyal servant.
He allowed Mary Boleyn to keep his wardship at the time.
It was best for him at the time.
Along with keeping Jane Rochford (Boleyn) away from her twins daughters, living in his youngest children household, safe and sound.
Well he was being a kind King.
They were being raise with his four youngest daughters and only son.
She was graceful until she betrayal him with his foolish fifth wife and Queen.
Margaret had watch this happen with sad eyes.
The King was mad.
He was cruel.
He was evil.
But he was still their ruler.
Margaret had learn to put on a mask around the King.
Each time she saw him.
Jane had mimic her actions.
Always showing he still had the power over them.
Until the day he died.
Then his only son had become King at the age of nine.
It was great for a while.
Then he grew up.
Everything had gone wrong.
Now Mary was Queen, long may she reign, and her brother was in the tower wife his wife and son.
She prayed they wouldn't die.
That was all she could do.
They were all trapped under the Tudors.
Be thee a King or Queen.
There was nothing she could do with losing her head.
She didn't want to end up like her mother or father.
(Like her aunt.)
Like her poor brother.
All in the tower.
All tried for treason.
All but one beheaded.
Was she doom to repeat the past.
Would she lose everything she loved again?
Only time would tell.
Anne Tudor with her younger half-sister, Faith Tudor, daughters of Anne Boleyn and Jane Seymour both stared at their niece with confusing in their eyes.
"Isabella, right?" Anne asked.
"Isabelle Valois, only child and daughter of Francis Valois, oldest son of Francois I of England and his first wife Claude of France, and Isabella Tudor, youngest daughter and child of Henry VIII of England and his first wife Catherine of Aragon. My parents were married on April 21, 1533 and my mother died in childbirth. I was born on May 5, 1536. My mother passed on May 6, 1536. My father passed on August 10, 1536. But you may call me Isabella Valois in England." Isabella said with a smile to her Aunts.
"So your a Princess of France?" Faith asked confused by the conversation.
"Yes, but I was raised in England. I was sent here when I was four. I was no use for my grandfather the King of France Francis I, and I was in the way of my Uncle the Dauphin of France, Henri Valois." Isabella said softly.
"And your younger than me but older then Faith right?" Anne asked with a sigh.
"Yes. Your both my Aunts because you shared the same father with my mother but you yourselves had different mothers. My grandmother was Catherine of Aragon, the first 'wife' of King Henry VIII, my grandfather. Anne's mother was his second 'wife', Anne Boleyn. Faith's mother was his third 'wife', Jane Seymour." Isabella said happily.
"Father had too many wives." Faith said with a frown.
"Mary remembers your mother, Isabella Tudor? She was sent away before I, Eleanor or Elizabeth was born so I would have no memory of her. Lizzie wasn't born at the time and she died before Faith was born." Anne said quietly.
"Well, Aunt Jessica or Aunt Elisabeth may remember my mother too but they don't talk much about her. She was sent away when she was twelve, married the day before her thirteen birthday. My mother was born on April 22, 1520 and my father was born February 28, 1518. So my father was barely fifteen when he married my mother at twelve almost thirteen of age for her. Then she didn't get pregnant with me until she was fifteen herself and my father was seventeen. Both died before I was a year old. My mother the day after I was born and my father three months later. I was their only child. No chance for a male heir for France from my father's marriage or time for another marriage to be made at the time because he was still in mourning for the first wife. They had to remember to mourn the first wife for at least three months before thinking of a second wife for my father." Isabella said angrily to Anne with tears in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry. I know what's it like with my mother barely in her grave and your father needed a new wife so he can have an heir or another one for a spare heir in case something happen to the first one. God forbit the chance the first one may died before he comes to the throne or before he father's an heir himself." Faith said with a growl.
"How about he get rid of one wife, kills her, betroth himself to his new wife-to-be the next day and marries eleven days after he kill the first wife without waiting a decent amount of time to married again?" Anne said with venom in her voice.
"Grandfather did both of what you said. I'm sorry he hurt you so badly." Isabella said very softly to Anne and Faith.
"It's not has bad has what he did to your Grandmother. He divorce her and then sent her far away from him until she died alone. He also killed his fifth wife, Catherine Howard for betraying him with another man." Anne said softly.
"I don't remember her much but I remember he did the same thing with Anna of Cleves. He didn't kill her but he made her his adopted sister in the end." Faith said quietly also.
"She was at the coronation of Queen Mary earlier in the year." Isabella said sweetly.
"She rode in with Mary when she took back the throne from my father-in-law, the Duke of Northumberland, John Dudley. My husband is now in the tower waiting to see what will happen to him." Faith said emotionless about her husband and his family.
"You married Guildford Dudley, his youngest surviving and unmarried son at the time, right?" Anne asked softly.
"Yes, that's right." Faith said with a frown on her face.
"He thought he could control you and make his son a king." Isabella said with a sigh.
"Mary's the true Queen, not I." Faith said quietly.
"Don't worry Faith. Mary's know you wouldn't betrayal like that. She our big sister who raised us." Anne said with a smile on her face, trying to be cheerful for her younger sister and niece.
"Thanks Anne." Faith said softly.
"I'm so glad your friends." Isabella said with a smile.
Anne and Faith looked at each other.
Their niece was very strange no matter how you looked at it.
"So where's Aunt Eleanor?" Isabella asked all of a sudden.
"What?" was all Anne got out.
Faith just stared back blankly.
"Aunt Eleanor Tudor. She a year older than me and she's Anne Boleyn youngest living child with King Henry VIII." Isabella said with a sigh.
"Nell." Anne said happily.
"Nell." Faith said too with a nodded of her head.
Isabella was confuse by their behavior.
"Let's go look for her." Faith said a smile before running out of the room.
Anne and Isabella shared a look before chasing after Faith.
All three went look for Eleanor Tudor, youngest daughter of Queen Anne Boleyn and King Henry VIII Of England.
Only time would tell what would happen in the future to the four girls.
Jessica storm into her rooms after conversations with her older half-sister, younger full twin sister and her niece through her youngest full sister.
She was well aware of Mary's true parents after she had shared the letter their Aunt had written before her death.
Mary had shown it to Jessica because she was the second oldest of King Henry VIII children and the closest to Mary at the time of the deaths of the first two of her fathers wives and the rise of the third wife.
Jessica's beloved mother, Catherine of Aragon had died in January 7, 1536 then her dear step-mother, Anne Boleyn was beheaded by the sword on May 19, 1536 by order of her father.
She lost her younger sister Isabella just almost two week before her step-mother was killed.
Her half-brother, Henry Fitzroy, Duke of Richmond and Somerset, would follow on July 23, 1536.
Her former brother-in-law himself would also die on August 10, 1536.
The letter had hurt worst for Mary to know the women she looked up to (Catherine Of Aragon) and the women she hated (Anne Boleyn) had different biological relationships to her.
She was a bastard daughter of the King and his second wife before they had married.
Jessica was the legal oldest living and biologically daughter of Catherine of Aragon & King Henry VIII.
Mary was Queen by law and their father's word.
Jessica never wanted to be Queen.
She had lost many people over the years.
She had been married to a former suitor of her older sister Mary in 1540.
She was the window of Philip, Duke of Palatinate-Neuburg or Philip, Duke Of Bavaria.
He had been born on November 12, 1503.
He had passed away on July 4 1553 at the age of 50.
He had been interest in her older sister.
Mary had been charm by him but her father thought a younger daughter would be a better partner for a lowly duke for their alliance.
Mary had been hurt by their fathers actions.
Mary was his oldest living daughter and she deserve a better husband then a duke of a small country in German who was a heretic.
So Jessica had been offer in place of her older sister to keep the alliance.
She was accepted by the Duke.
They had married on May 9th of 1540.
They had been married for 13 years before he passed away.
She had three miscarriages, two stillbirths (a boy and a girl), seven living children(four girls and three boys) at the time of her husband death and she was pregnant again shortly after his death she had found out.
Just two days before her younger half-brother had passed away at the age of 15 years.
She was 35 of age when her husband had passed, her younger half-brother had passed and her older half-sister became Queen of England after Edward VI passing.
The problem of John Dudley trying to make his daughter-in-law and younger twin sister of the deceased King Of England, Edward VI, Faith Tudor the next ruler of England hadn't work.
The country of England wanted Mary Tudor has their Queen.
For the country, better a woman of 37 of age then a young girl of 15.
Faith was the last Tudor Princess in the line of succession to the throne after all her older sisters.
Faith hadn't minded at the time.
Faith didn't want to be Queen.
Jessica prayed that Mary wouldn't be force to move against more of their half-sisters (or mostly full younger sisters in Mary's place)
Jessica laid her hand on her stomach, hoping for a healthy child from her pregnancy.
She had already lost her husband and her younger half-brother, she couldn't handle another lose this year.
Jessica prayed for another hour before she lay down and going to sleep.
She hope for a better day tomorrow.
Elisabeth walked around her rooms with a sigh and a sad look in her eyes.
She knew things were tense between her two older sisters, Jessica and Mary, but that didn't mean Elizabeth could get away with being rude to the Queen.
Her younger half-sister was has cunning and has evil has her whore of a mother, Anne Boleyn.
Her other three half-sisters were to young to remember their mothers when they had died.
Her papa had become a tyrant after meeting that horrible women, Anne Boleyn.
Her mama was correct when she had called her the scandal of Christendom.
She was the third daughter of Queen Catherine of Aragon and King Henry VIII.
She was the younger twin of Jessica Tudor.
She was Elisabeth Tudor.
She was the window of Charles II de Valois, Duke of Orléans.
She and her twin had been born on November 10, 1518.
Her husband had been born on January 22, 1522.
He had died on September 9, 1945 at the age of 23.
They had been married on April 10, 1536.
She had been seventeen of age and her husband had been barely fourteen of age.
She had been in France when her younger sister had past away in childbirth.
She had watch has her brother-in-law had passed away a few months later and her niece was orphan.
She had raised her niece for the first four years of her life before she was sent away to England to be raised by her father until his death.
She had eight children and two miscarriages over the nine years of marriage to her husband before he passed away.
She was 27 at the time.
She had four living sons and three living daughters at the time of her husband's death.
One daughter had died less than two weeks after her birth in 1540.
She had giving birth to twins after the death of her husband.
A boy and a girl.
She ended up with nine living children from just nine years of marriage.
She had stay in France until 1552 when she had been sent back to England with her two youngest daughters and two youngest sons to live with her at the time.
She would have to send them back when they reach the age of 12 to be marry off or go into the church.
Elisabeth prayed that she wouldn't have to choose between her two family in the long turn.
Between England and France.
Her beloved older sister, Queen Mary of England or her former brother-in-law, King Henry II of France.
Only time would tell if her fears would be true or false.
Only time would tell...
Author's note:
Isabella Tudor & Francis Valois child:
Isabelle/Isabella Valois born on May 5, 1536.
Jessica Tudor & Philip, Duke of Bavaria children:
Philip born on February 15, 1541.
First miscarriage on June 10, 1541 three months gone between the next children. Unknown gender.
Elizabeth born on March 5, 1542
Anna born on January 6, 1543.
Henry born on December 6, 1543.
Second miscarriage on March 5, 1544 two months gone. Unknown gender.
Stillborn son named Otto born on November 6, 1544.
Charles born on September 9, 1545.
Third miscarriage on December 15, 1545 almost three months gone. Unknown gender.
Catherine born on November 16, 1546
Stillborn daughter named Claude born on August 8, 1548.
Blanche born on June 1, 1550.
Louis & Renee-Jessica born on February 18, 1554.
Elisabeth Tudor & Charles Valois children:
Charles Valois born on January 28, 1537.
Elisabeth Valois born on December 27, 1537.
Francis Valois born on September 20, 1538.
Claude Valois born on July 23, 1539.
Louise Valois born on May 10, 1540 and passed away on May 20, 1540.
First miscarriage August 18, 1540 three months gone. Unknown gender.
Henri Valois born on May 17, 1541.
Second miscarriage on March 31, 1542 five months gone. The child was believe to be a boy.
Margaret Valois born on November 10, 1543.
James Valois born on October 10, 1544.
Louis Valois & Isabel Valois born on June 5, 1546.
Mary Tudor & George Boleyn children:
Anne Boleyn-Tudor born on September 7, 1533.
Mary Boleyn-Tudor & Elizabeth Boleyn-Tudor born on August 15,1534.
George Boleyn Tudor & Henry Boleyn-Tudor was born on July 31, 1535.
Mary Tudor-Brandon & George Boleyn three children:
Mary Claude Brandon-Tudor-Boleyn born on May 18, 1525 in secret.
Anne Renee Brandon-Tudor-Boleyn born on May 19, 1526 in secret.
George Richard Brandon-Tudor-Boleyn born on May 17, 1528 in secret.
Finally done the next chapter.
I hope you enjoyed.
Please stay safe.
~AshlyKagome15~