Chapter 13
Chapter 13 has arrived. It's been chaotic in my personal life, but I am thankful many of you understand. In the previous chapter, I had questions that I would really love your opinion on. I want this story to be somewhat better than a Change For The Better, not that I'm not proud of my work lol. Also, I am debating on if I want to do another Henry/Katherine story or an Arthur/Katherine story. Also, after reading more stories, I may also do a Princess Mary/Charles Brandon story, with some minor altering. Any suggestions for those are welcome, but until then please enjoy this new chapter for The Golden Years! Don't forget to Read and Review!
June 12, 1550
Hampton Court Palace
King Henry's Bedchamber
Harry was drinking a goblet of wine, while reading a letter from his mother's household. Apparently, her health had seriously declined over the last few months. He was suddenly filled with fear. His father had already died three years ago, now his mother was in failing health. Also with Queen Anne's pregnancy nearing full-term, he wasn't trying to uproot Court to be closer to Richmond.
Then, he heard a loud knock at his door.
He looked up.
"Come in." he said.
Queen Anne came in, wearing her robe and nightgown. Her protruding belly was visible through her robe. Soon, she would have to enter into her confinement, since their sixth child was due in several weeks.
She smiled at her husband.
"Sweetheart, may I join you tonight? Even though it is no longer cold, I really would love the company." she said.
Harry got up and hugged his pregnant wife.
"I would like that very much. Tell me, how are the children?" he asked.
Anne smiled.
"They are wonderful. William played tennis most of the day playing tennis, Matilda spends most of her free time, learning Swedish, Edward loves playing with the dogs, Owen and Eleanor were busy with their lessons. Has it been announced when Matilda will depart for Sweden?" she asked.
Harry nodded.
"Yes. One full year from now. She will be sixteen years old and fully mature for what her marriage duties will require." he said.
Anne sighed.
"I just hate that we will never see her again. She's our daughter. Why must she go to Sweden?" she asked.
Harry smiled.
"You sound just like my mother when my sisters had to leave. The unfortunate thing about being in our status, is that our daughters will all eventually leave us at some point. I don't like it either, but as King, I can't ignore it." he said.
Anne nodded her head.
"I understand. I will miss her. I will do my best to enjoy this last year with her." she said.
Harry smiled.
"Good."
June 16, 1550
Palace of Lisbon, Lisbon, Portugal
Queen Maria of Portugal's Bedchamber
Mary was watching over little Cristina, as she slept in her cradle. The five month old Infanta developed a fever, that thankfully was now gone, but the fever scared Mary. Ever since having her stillborn son five years ago, most illnesses frightened her when they afflicted her children. She was scared she was becoming like her father. Everytime someone at Court was ill, they were banished until further notice. However, she would do anything to make sure Cristina wasn't left vulnerable to severe diseases.
After hearing her door open, she looked up and her husband, King Carlos, walked in.
He kissed Mary's forehead and looked down at their youngest child, who was sleeping.
"How is she doing?" he asked.
Mary sighed.
"Her fever broke. But I am still worried." she said.
Carlos hugged her.
"Stop worrying yourself. Children become ill and end up being just fine." he said.
Mary nodded and smiled at him.
"I think we need to try to have another child soon, Carlos. Maybe we can have another son this time. We still have time, before the change of life affects me." she said.
Carlos closed his eyes. He knew this topic was going to come up again.
"Maria, don't you think we are getting a to the age where childbearing should be the last thing we attempt to try again. We're not as young as we used to be." he said.
Mary looked at him, in shock.
"I'm only thirty-four years old, Carlos. My mother had a child in her forties." she said.
Carlos glared at her.
"Need I remind you that you are the same age as my mother was when she died." he said.
Mary looked down in shame. Carlos' mother, Maria of Aragon, Queen of Portugal, died three months before her thirty-fifth birthday when Carlos was a young child.
Mary stood up and walked over to her husband.
"I'm sorry. I don't want to upset you. I just don't want you to see me as a failure as a wife and Queen. I've given birth to five children: three daughters, one son and one dead son. I just want to make the line to the succession very less complicated." she said.
Carlos smiled.
"I love that about you, but I also do not want to lose you, like my father lost my mother. Seventeen years of marriage and she dies. Then his councilmen, makes him marry Eleanor of Austria, Castile and Aragon, who was thirty years his junior. She was only twenty years old and he was near fifty. I don't know what they were doing, marrying that young girl to a man near the end of his life. They had two children within two years of marriage, but only my sister, Infanta Maria, Duchess of Viseu, survived and she never knew our father, since he died of the Plague, when she was an infant. I love you, Maria and I do not want to lose you to Portugal." he said.
Mary smiled.
"I love you, too. However, whether we have more children is not up to us. Only God can make that decision." she said.
Carlos nodded.
"Well, let's just see what He decides and it will be for our own good." he said.
Mary nodded, though she secretly hoped the Lord would side with her on this matter.
June 19, 1550
Seville, Castile, Spain
Alcazar of Seville
Infanta Elizabeth of Asturia's Bedchambers
Elizabeth and Luis were lying in bed, cuddling. They had grown very close, since their wedding night. Elizabeth found herself falling madly in love with her new husband. Everytime he was around her, she had a smile on her face. She couldn't believe that she had let guard down all the way now, she had even written to her mother , thanking her for arranging the marriage and that she was overwhelmed with joy each day. The Spanish subjects were also very kind to her and we're very happy that the Prince and Princess of Asturias were getting along so well. Now, everyone were patiently awaiting an announcement that the new couple were expecting a child to secure the Throne. No one was pressuring Luis and Elizabeth, since they were nearly seventeen years old and had plenty of time to have children.
Luis kissed Elizabeth on her forehead.
"I wish we could just stay like this the entire day. However, we must get out of bed and go about the day. What shall we do today?" he asked her.
Elizabeth smirked.
"Well let's do something that will drag us out if this room. I enjoy our activities here as well, but we must let everyone know that we are not just selfish children. I was thinking of us taking a walk and letting everyone see who we are." she said.
Luis smiled at his wife.
"Wonderful. Let's take a few guards with us and we shall have a nice walk outside of the Palace." he said.
Luis got up, got dressed and left to fetch a few guards.
Elizabeth smiled. Even though she missed England, she really loved it here. Luis had been nothing but kind to her since she arrived and he was so loving to her, he made her homesickness disappear each day. She got up and stood still as, her ladies dressed her. She noticed a wave of dizziness overcome her and she stumbled into the hands of her closest lady, Señora Rosa de Perez.
The older Spanish lady caught the young princess.
"Are you ill, Alteza? " she asked.
Elizabeth stood up and shook her head.
"Not at all. I assure you. Come now, we must get ready for the day." she said with a smile.
June 21, 1550
Richmond Palace
Dowager Queen Katherine's Bedchamber
Katherine was sitting in her chair in her room, reading. She had not been feeling herself lately and today felt like a wonderful day to read. She had been melancholy as of late. She missed her family, but she was filled with pride. All of her children were married now. Her only son was King of England, France and Ireland, one of her daughters was Queen of Portugal and her youngest would be Queen of all of Spain. However, Katherine's thoughts had been on her eldest daughter, Isabella, lately. She was now forty years old and probably felt inferior to her siblings. Katherine smiled at how Isabella was as a child and before her marriage. Katherine now knew that she and Henry had been very tough on their eldest daughter. At sixteen, she was a Queen to Portugal and by the time she was in her twenties had suffered the loss of several children and Katherine could only send her letters, comforting her that the next child would make it. Now, twenty years later, Isabella had children, but was a prisoner under her sister, Queen Juana.
After hearing a knock on her door, she looked up.
"Come in." she said.
She was surprised to see Edward Fitzroy, her late husband's thirty year old illegitimate son.
She smiled at the young man.
"Edward, it is wonderful to see you." she said.
Edward smiled. It had been several years since his own mother's death and he had a soft spot for the aging Dowager Queen, who was also his stepmother.
"The feeling is mutual, Your Majesty. I came to see how you were doing. There had been rumors that you were ill." He said.
Katherine nodded.
"Unfortunately, it is true. My health hasn't been stable for some times, but I try to make the best of it. I am no longer a young woman anymore. I am satisfied with my life. If death is near, I will welcome it, like we were old friends." she said with a sad smile.
Edward shook his head.
"Please don't speak like that. No one could bear to lose you. We have just healed from losing the late King." he said.
Katherine smiled.
"Yes. My Henry. It will be wonderful to see him again. Now, tell me. How is your wife?" she asked.
Edward smiled.
"She is well. She has been with our children more now, since she is no longer in Princess Elizabeth's household. We all miss her." he said
Katherine nodded.
"I miss her as well. My youngest child. She was given to me by God, when all hope was gone. Now, she will soon be the Queen of Spain one day. I am proud of all of my children." she said.
Edward raised his eyebrow.
"Even Princess Isabella?" he asked.
Katherine nodded.
"I do not agree with all she had done, but one thing I can say about her is is that she is a survivor and is truly the granddaughter of Isabel and Fernando." she said.
Edward nodded. Despite all that she had done, Edward still cared for his oldest half sister. He was glad that she seemed happy in her new marriage, despite the face the man was below her in status.
"Your Majesty, now that you are a mother and grandmother, what advice can you give me about my children?" he asked.
Katherine looked at him.
I can tell you this. Your oldest daughter, Bessie, she is eleven years old now?" she asked.
Edward nodded.
Katherine took his hand.
"Show her unconditional love that will carry her through life. In s few short years, she will be married and you cannot guarantee that her husband will be kind to her. I didn't prepare Isabella for an unkind husband. You must strengthen your daughters, because you cannot protect them forever. You must also out good teachings into your son. I am proud of you. You have been a very good husband and father before anything else. I am sure your mother would be very proud of you." she said, as she touched his shoulder.
Edward smiled.
"You are most kind, Your Majesty. I wanted to be a good husband and father, since I married Kitty. I just wish she didn't have to be a simple Duchess. She loved being apart of the Court." he said.
Katherine nodded.
"She will be fine. It will take her time, but she will enjoy being an important Lady to the country." she said.
Edward sighed.
"I hope so.
Suddenly, Katherine began to breath heavily, as if she couldn't breath properly.
Edward, in panic mode, touched her.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" he asked
Before Katherine could answer, she slumped forward in her chair, unconscious.
Edward turned and yelled:
"HELP! HER MAJESTY IS ILL! FETCH A PHYSICIAN RIGHT AWAY!"
Several hours later...
Edward was pacing outside of Katherine's rooms, silently praying. He knew she was in poor health, but didn't expect it to be this serious. He didn't want to tell the King that his beloved mother was very ill.
Suddenly, the physician stepped out of Katherine's rooms. He looked troubled.
Edward shook his head.
"Please tell me she is alive." he said.
The physician nodded.
"The Dowager Queen does live, but she is seriously ill. She is awake, but weak. I will do my best to make her comfortable, but officially, she is in God's hands." he said.
Edward couldn't believe ehstyhe was hearing. Katherine could...no, she wouldn't.
"I need to see her." he said.
The physician stepped aside and Edward walked inside. He couldn't believe his eyes. Katherine was very pale and breathing heavy. She had a few beads of sweat on her forehead, which Elizabeth Darrell quickly got rid of with a cliff. In her hand, Katherine had her rosary, which never left her side.
Her blue eyes opened and saw Edward.
"My Lord, forgive me for falling ill at your visit." she said faintly.
Edward shushed her.
"Please save your strength. You need to get better." he said.
Katherine looked at Lady Darrell.
"Leave us." she said.
She nodded, bowed and left.
Katherine smiled.
"Sweet Edward, I am not going to get better. I'm dying." she said.
Edward shook his head.
"No, My Lady. You're just ill." he said, trying to convince her.
Katherine took a deep breath.
"I have known for some time now that my time was near. My body is failing me. I just pray that the Lord will give me enough time to get my affairs in order. Please help me. I want to leave this world in peace, knowing that I owe no one." she said.
Edward tried to hold back tears. He wasn't there for his mother, Bessie Blount, when she died almost a decade ago. He didn't want Katherine as a mother and former Queen to suffer that same fate. He could see she clearly was dying.
He took her hand.
"I'll do whatever you ask." he said.
Katherine smiled.
"Then I know all will be well. I want you to tell my children of my condition and my sister, Queen Juana. I would love to see My son, the King again, if he has time. Also, my daughter, Isabella. I haven't seen her in eleven years. I need her to know that I never stopped loving her. I need to see her." she said, as tears filled her eyes and threatened to spill.
Edward nodded.
"I shall see to all of it. I swear it." he said.
June 22, 1550
Hampton Court
King Henry's Privy Chamber
Harry was sitting, reading over a betrothal for his son, Prince Owen. Harry felt slightly bored. He couldn't talk to Anne about anything. She had taken to her chamber a few days ago and the Court was awaiting news on when their Queen would go into labor. Harry was filled with fear, since this was their sixth and hopefully last child.
Suddenly, his half brother, Edward walked in. He looked like he had ridden horseback throughout the night.
Harry stood up.
"Your Grace, what's the matter? Is everything alright?" he asked.
Edward shook his head.
"No, Your Majesty. I have some terrible news." he said
Harry looked worried.
"What is it? Is it the Queen? Has one of our children been hurt?" he asked.
Edward shook his head.
"No, Your Majesty. It's the Queen Dowager." he said, softly.
Harry's body became stiff.
"My mother? What about my mother?" he asked, fearing the response he would receive.
Edward sighed.
"She is seriously ill. She fears that...she will die soon." he said, trying to hide the emotion in his voice.
Harry found his chair and sat down, slowly. It had been only three years, since his father, Henry VIII died that fateful January morning. People were just getting used to the third monarch in the Tudor Dynasty. Now it looked like the country was going to lose his beloved mother, The Beloved Queen of Hearts.
Harry shook his head, trying to not let the tears fall. He deeply loved his mother and wished he could have spent more time with her, since he took the Throne. He knew that her health had been unstable for some time now, but didn't expect this.
Harry looked up.
"Write my... our sisters in Spain and Portugal and let them know about the Dowager Queen's deteriorating health. I'm leaving for Richmond immediately. You can send a message to the Queen." he said.
Edward nodded his head.
June 25, 1550
Seville, Castile, Spain
The Village of Seville
Elizabeth and Luis were taking a nice walk in the village. They were to depart for another Palace soon and they wanted to enjoy their alone time, before their Royal duties began. Luis wanted to travel to Asturias, so the people could formally meet their Prince and Princess.
He smiled, as he watched Elizabeth grace the streets of the village. Even though she was s foreign Princess, the people seemed to love her, as she spoke to them in fluent Castilian Spanish and interracted with the poor children.
Suddenly, they heard a loud gathering and agonizing screams. Luis saw three people, who looked roughed up, being drug through a crowd of angry villagers with torches.
Elizabeth looked at Luis, in confusion.
"What is going on?" she asked.
Luis, however, did not want to scare his wife.
"Let's just go back to the Palace, MI Amor." he said.
They began to make their way back to the Palace, but before they could reach the city limits, Elizabeth smelled a putrid odor and heard agonizing screams. She turned and saw something that would be locked in her mind forever. She saw villagers cheering, while three people were being burned alive to a large stake.
She almost screamed in horror, but didn't want to show weakness to anyone. She had been Princess of Asturias for five months now and had to behave like a future Queen.
Alcazar of Seville
The Royal Garden
Elizabeth and Luis finally made it back to the Palace. Elizabeth had not said anything and Luis was worried about her. Growing up in Spain and on campaign with his grandfather and great-grandmother most of his childhood, he knew all about the Inquisition and what it stood for. He personally supported and would continue to do so, after he became King. Elizabeth, being a foreign Princess would have to get accustomed to this life. He knew that her father, the Late King of England, had people burned for heresy lots of times. Also, her mother was the youngest child of the Catholic Monarchs and spent the primary years of her childhood on campaign and undoubtedly told her children of her experiences.
He touched Elizabeth's arm, gently.
"Are you alright? I am sorry that you had to witness that" he said.
Elizabeth looked at her husband.
"They were heretics, weren't they?" she asked.
Luis nodded his head.
"Yes, but if you knew that, why did you look horrified?" he asked.
Elizabeth sighed.
"I grew up, hearing my mother tell me about the heresy that she witnessed growing up. She even told me that Infidels set fire to the tent that she and her sisters were sleeping in, right before my grandparents conquered Granada. I was no fool. I am proud of everything that they accomplished. However, it just shocked me that I saw it that close to me. I never thought I would witness that." she said.
Luis was going to say something, but Elizabeth grew very pale and began to breath heavily.
He grabbed her.
"Elizabeth, are you alright?" he asked.
Elizabeth nodded, but suddenly collapsed. Luis caught her before she could hit the ground.
He looked up at the guards, a few feet from them.
"Help! Call a physician!" he commanded.
A couple of hours later...
Luis was waiting outside of his and Elizabeth's bedroom, while the Court Physician examined her. With him was Queen Juana,Emperor Charles, Infanta Lilliana and Infante Juan.
Queen Juana stoop up, to calm Luis.
"Stop worrying or you'll become ill yourself. Elizabeth is healthy and strong. Maybe the shock just overcame her. I'm sure it's nothing major." she said.
Luis smiled at his great grandmother.
"I hope you're right. We just got married. I love her so much." he said.
Suddenly, the door opened and the physician gestured for them all to come in.
Once they all were in, they saw Elizabeth sitting up in bed, wearing a smile.
Luis turned to the physician.
"What's wrong with her? Is it serious?" he asked.
The physician smiled.
"Relax, Alteza. The condition the Infanta had will resolve itself in seven months or so." he said.
Luis broke into a smile and ran towards his wife. Queen Juana stepped forward.
"Are you saying she is with child?" she asked.
The physician nodded his head.
"Yes, Majestad. The Infanta will bring forth the child in January." he said.
Juana and Charles smiled at Elizabeth.
She smiled back.
"I am totally surprised." she said.
Luis kissed her.
"Oh, you have made me very happy. I cannot wait for us to be parents." he said.
Juan and Lilliana stood off to themselves. Lilliana looked genuinely happy for her nephew and his wife, while Juan looked envious. He was now twenty years old and still had to wait another four years before his own wedding and he was pretty sure that whenever his Portuguese Wife gave him children, there wouldn't be much fanfare.
July 1, 1550
Medina Del Campo, Valladolid, Castile, Spain
La Mota Palace
Isabella was sitting onnthe garden, with her three children, with a smile on her face. She couldn't believe how fast they were growing. Maria, now at age ten, was a smart young lady. Isabella was giving her an impressive education, the same one that her parents gave to her. She was already fluent in Spanish, Portuguese, English, French, Latin and was interested in learning Greek. Maria was her mother's pride and joy, despite the fact that all of Christendom considered her a bastard of a King. Little Fernando was now five years old sndvwas a healthy boy. Due to her history, Isabella took the health of her children very serious. She didn't let a cough or a cold go. The physician was called in at least twice a week to check on the health of the children of La Mota. Fernando was beginning his studies. Due to the fact that he would be Marques de Moya when he got older and would be very close to the Crown, he needed a very good education. She was not going to let her only son become a target for the pariahs in the Spanish Court. Finally, her youngest child, Catalina, was the apple of everyone's eyes. Now at three years old, all Isabella and Andres had to worry about was the man she would marry someday.
Suddenly, Maria looked to her mother.
"Mother, is it true I'll be the Queen of Portugal someday?" she asked.
Isabella smiled.
"Only if God wills it. However, King Carlos can change is mind and if he does, we will find you a wonderful husband here in Castile. King Carlos will still provide a dowry for you." she said.
Maria smiled.
"I want to be a Queen, just like Queen Juana. She's so majestic." she said.
Isabella petted her daughters dark hair.
"If God should allow you to be Queen, you must follow whichever direction He leads you." she said.
Suddenly, Andres walked up to all of them. He had a smile on his face.
Isabella kissed him.
"Sweetheart. How was Court?" she asked.
He nodded.
"It was perfect. Children, go inside to the chapel. We will have Mass soon." he said.
All three children left. Isabella looked at her husband, with concern.
"Is there something that you didn't want them to hear?" she asked.
Andres nodded.
"Yes. There was an announcement before I left to return home. The Princess of Asturias is pregnant." he said.
Isabella looked shocked.
"Already? They just got married. They must not have wanted to wait long." she said.
Andres shook his head.
"Most likely not. Infante Felipe died before he could take the Throne, so naturally his son would want to have as many children as he can, especially with problems brewing in France again." he said.
Isabella nodded her head, agreeing with her husband.
"I just hope that Elizabeth has better luck in the birthing chamber than me, our mother and sister." she said.
Andres looked at his wife, with sympathy and confusion. He knew that she had lost several children before their marriage. However, he didn't know about Queen Maria in Portugal.
"Your sister, the Queen of Portugal has only lost one child in birth. She still has four children, including the Prince of Portugal." he said.
Isabella nodded.
"That is true, but a former lady-in-waiting has told me that her newborn child, Infanta Cristina, is not as strong as she should be. God forbid that my dear sister loses this child as well. She isn't young enough to replace anymore dead children." she said.
Andres frowned at his wife.
"You shouldn't say such terrible things. We will pray for that innocent baby to become stronger. Also, remember that the child is of your flesh and blood. I pray that Queen Maria delivers mire healthy children, if it's in the Lord's will." he said.
Isabella nodded. Then, she turned to her left and saw the phantom of her dead first husband, King Manuel.
She began to back up, in fear.
"No. Please go away. I'm sorry. You put me through too much. Please! Stop tormenting me. I beg of you!" she screamed, as she fell to her knees.
Andres held his wife and tried to hush her screams, so the entire household would not be alerted to her outbursts.
"It's alright, sweetheart. He won't hurt you." Hevdaid, asbhe cradled his sobbing wife.
July 5, 1550
Hampton Court
Queen Anne of England's Bedchamber
Anne was sitting in her bed, reading a book. This was her first confinement as the Queen and she hated it. She missed her husband and her children, but the midwife said that her newborn child would arrive any day now, so she had to be patient.
One of her ladies-in-waiting, Lady Jane Howard, came up to her.
"Your Majesty, is there anything you need?" she asked.
Anne smiled.
"I just need to finally bring this child into the world. I do not like being shut away from the world like this. In Germany, my mother never did this ritual. I am sure that the child will still be healthy, if I were to take a walk in the Gardens." she said.
Lady Jane shook her head.
"I am sorry, Your Majesty, but you must remain in bed." she said.
Suddenly, Anne felt wet underneath her blanket and looked to see that her waters had broken.
Feeling the start of her contractions, she looked to Lady Jane.
"Please fetch the Midwife. My time has finally come." she said.
Lady Jane took off, in search for the midwife and the rest of her ladies.
Nine hours later...
Queen Anne let out a loud scream, as a powerful contraction ripped through her body once more. This was her most difficult labor out of all her children. Outside, the King was waiting on news ifbthe child's birth, but nine hours had passed and still Anne travailed in labor.
The ladies were doing their best to make Anne comfortable bed the midwife coached the travailing Queen as much as she could, but for some reason, this labor was the most difficult for the Queen.
Finally, she reached ten fingers and began to push, as the sun began to set. She asked Lady Jane to prop her up, so she could see her child when it came. The Queen pushed and pushed and gave all energy she had to bring her beautiful child into the world.
Finally after moments of pushing, she heard a loud wailing cry. Exhausted, Anne laid back against the pillows and caught her breath.
"What is it?" she asked Lady Jane.
Lady Jane smiled.
"Your Majesty has given England a beautiful healthy Princess." she said.
Anne smiled. Her third daughter. She now had six beautiful children, three thriving sons and three gorgeous daughters.
The midwife, after cleaning the new baby girl, brought her to Anne so she could hold her. The new Princess of England had a tuft of reddish-brown hair and was very fair in her complexion. She was a true English Rose.
Finally, King Harry walked in, wearing a huge smile. He kissed Anne on her forehead.
"Is this our little Princess?" he asked.
Anne nodded her head.
"Yes and she is so beautiful. The question is, what shall we call her?" she said.
Harry studied his daughter. She had looks to someone he wasn't close with in his family, but his new daughter had a temperament that was completely opposite. He knew the perfect name for her.
"We shall call her Princess Margaret." he said.
A/N Well, there is another chapter for you guys. It's been awhile, but I'm sure you guys understand. In. This chapter, we see that a new Spanish heir is on the way, a former Queen is in declining health, Queen Maria is worried about the health of youngest child, Isabella had another manic episode and King Henry and Queen Anne welcomed Princess Margaret into the Family. Now, here are some questions: 1. What should the gender and name be for Elizabeth and Luis's child? 2. Queen Maria is thirty-four now. Should she have anymore children? 3. What should happen with Isabella now? 4. What do you all want to see in the next chapter? 4. What should happen to Dowager Queen Margaret, Prince Edmund and Princess Christina? 5. Should their be another war with the French? Leave all of your ideas in a private message or review. I won't be updating for a few weeks, since my wedding is on August 6 and my honeymoon is from the 7-14th. Please Read and Review and leave your ideas, so I'll know where to start when I return. Thanks for your patience and support! See you next time for another update!