The Golden Years

by melanietudor312

With Henry VIII now dead and his son,Henry IX now on the throne, how will the Tudor Family live through the Golden Years? (Sequel to A Change For The Better)

49. Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Thank you all do much for your patience. As you all know, this year has been hell, do I appreciate you all and I hope you guys have been staying safe and healthy out there. I promise to try to have more chapters up more often. Please Read and Review!

2 August 1557

Hampton Court Palace, England
King Henry IX of England's Privy Chamber

King Harry was sitting in his chair, anger visible in his blue eyes. His eldest son was playing a dangerous game and he had to put a stop to it immediately. This was not how William was brought up to be an honorable Prince and future King and he would be damned if his successor was anything but honorable.

Suddenly, a few guards walked in and behind them was Harry's oldest son, William, Prince of Wales.

Harry nodded and the guards left father and son alone. William, although in his twenties, kept his distance from his seething father. King Harry was a wonderful King and was loved by the people and the Court, but he did inherit the infamous Tudor Temper.

William bowed to his father.

"You wanted to see me, Your Majesty?" he said, staying low to the ground.

Harry stood up.

"Rise up and come here." he said.

William slowly stood up and walked closer to his father.

Harry glared at his son.

"I know you are still seeing Lady Elizabeth Fitzroy, after I told you to cease taking her to your bed. You are not disobeying your father, you are disobeying your King "

"Father, I..."

"SILENCE!" Harry yelled.

William stayed quiet.

"This will not continue. You will stop seeing the Lady Elizabeth at once. You are not only risking your reputation, but what about hers? How will she ever make an honorable marriage if she's your whore. No one else knows. You must stop now." he said.

William sighed.

"Father, I love the Lady Elizabeth. I want to marry her. Why should I marry a the Scots Queen when Lady Elizabeth is already here and we can have a loving marriage. You had a loving relationship with Mother. Why can't I have the same?" he asked.

Harry's face turned red.

"How dare you! Your mother and I did fall in love, in time. I still had a duty to England, as do you. You will marry Queen Mary and I will hear no more on the matter!" he yelled.

William glared.

"I LOVE LADY ELIZABETH! ALLOW ME TO MARRY MY LOVE!" he screamed.

Harry took a step towards his son.

"You are going to marry Queen Mary. Your grandfather, the Dowager Queen of Scots, my aunt and myself have all agreed to this magnificent union. This marriage is good for England and Scotland and could grow to an Empire. I will not allow all of that to be burned to the grown over the lustful and sinful desires of a frivolous and immoral Prince." he said, in a shaking voice.

William looked at his father in shock.

"Father, I..."

Harry raised his hand.

"You are dismissed, Prince of Wales. Leave my sight." he said, turning away from his son and walking away.

William sighed, bowed and left his Father's chambers.

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7 August 1557
Candia Castle, Crete, Kingdom of Candia
The Royal Council Room

King Giacomo was reading the papers in front of him, as the Ambassadors from Naples were watching him. The King of Naples was surprised when this King had expressed interest in having one of his daughters marry his son and heir, six year old Crown Prince Nicolai. The twenty-six year old King also seemed to have his mind elsewhere. His wife, Queen Marina, was currently in her chambers, giving birth to their third child and Giacomo was anxious on the outcome. His own mother, the late Queen Helena, had died at his birth and he was an only child.

He cleared his throat and moved his long hair from his face.

"Gentlemen, this seems like a fair offer. I understand that Princess Lucrezia is betrothed to an English Prince and she's ten years older than my son, so she's out. Princess Maria is six years older than him and I am not comfortable with him marrying her, because she will lose vital fertility years, since I do not want him to marry until he's sixteen. Princess Angela is understandable, but I am more drawn to Princess Isabella. She's a year younger than my son and I think they would have more in common and may get along more harmoniously. Would the King object?" he asked.

The Ambassador to Naples shook his head.

"The King would love this Union and has sent us here with premade offers. For The Princess Isabella, you will inherit one hundred thousand piastras, she will have an annuity of ten thousand piastras a year until her death and you will also gain two hundred soldiers to strengthen your military." he said.

King Giacomo nodded. He loved what he was hearing. He signed the contract and pushed it to them.

"Gentlemen, I look forward to this relationship between our two lands. I expect Princess Isabella to arrive here shortly after her sixteenth birthday. My son will be seventeen then and both will be ready to produce children without the Princess being I'm danger." he said.

Suddenly, an older woman walked in and bowed.

"Your Majesty, I am so sorry to disturb you, but I have come regarding the Queen." she said.

Giacomo stood up.

"Speak." he said.

She smiled.

"Queen Marina has delivered a healthy Princess. Both are doing well. She wishes to name her after your mother, the late Queen Helena." she said.

Giacomo crossed himself.

"Thanks be to the Lord. Please tell the Queen I will be up shortly to see her and our beautiful daughter." he said.

The woman bowed and left.

Giacomo turned back to his company.

"Gentlemen, thank you for your time. I will have rooms prepared for you and you can depart tomorrow. I must see to my wife. Good day, my good men." he said.

With that, he left the room to go see his wife and his new daughter, Princess Helena.

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18 August 1557
Anhalt-Zerbst

"Juana! Juana! I need you to wake up!" Prince Karl of Anhalt-Zerbst exclaimed, shaking his wife. Princess Juana sat up in her bed, half-asleep still. She wasn't sure what was going on. "Darling, the manor is on fire and I need you to get out of the house."

Like a lightning bolt, Juana had her feet on the floor, smelling the smoke. She threw on her dressing robe and rushed to the door, then turned. "Mary!" she shouted at her husband. "I have to get our daughter." She opened the door and ran into the hallway, but the smoke was so thick she started to cough ferociously.

"I'll get her," Karl said. "You go wait for me outside." Juana nodded and followed her husband's instructions. The kitchen doorway was closer to the stairs, so she ran outside and found their kitchen staff that lived with them standing outside looking up at the house. Juana followed their gaze.

What she saw terrified her. The second floor above the kitchens was ablaze. Flames were coming from every window she could see. Her eyes wandered to the rooms next to those. Mary's rooms were right next to the servants' quarters above the kitchen, as they were the warmest rooms in their home. She could hear her one-year old daughter screaming. Juana hoped Karl could get to her in time and dropped to her knees to pray for their daughter's safety.

Juana's prayers were interrupted as she heard a noise coming from the kitchen doorways. Her eyes snapped to the noise, but it was not her husband. It was Alberto, the son of their groomsman. He was covered with soot and coughing heavily. "Alberto, where is Prince Karl and Princess Mary?" Juana asked. The young man just shook his head.

"I do not know, my lady," he answered between his coughing fits. "I did not see them on my way out."

Juana felt like the earth beneath her was sinking. Karl had time to get their daughter and come out already. She looked up longingly at the house, then at the sky, desperately hoping for their safe exit from the flames consuming their home. She had only been in the small province for three years, having been born and raised in Spain, but in the time since her marriage to Prince Karl, she had been happy here. Last year, when their daughter was born, she felt complete. She knew Karl wanted a son, but there was time for that, he'd said. Time was running out for the Prince. If he didn't come out of the house soon, there would be no more happiness for Juana. She would be a childless widow.

Another noise came from the doorway to their kitchens. Again, Juana looked at the entrance, but this time she was rewarded. Out of the door appeared her husband, holding their daughter safely, wrapped in a blanket to protect her from the smoke. Juana rushed to them, taking Mary and looking her over carefully. The young Princess was fine. Her father had saved her. Juana then turned her attention to her husband.

Prince Karl had been burned by the flames. It was clear at first glance that his burns were bad. His nightshirt was charred to his arms, and the lower half of the gown was destroyed. He looked at his wife with pain in his eyes. Juana could see it. Then he collapsed to his knees. His feet were burned badly. She could see his skin blackened from the flames, with several open wounds on his legs. In his weakened state, he leaned up against her.

She held her husband in her arms as he laid his head on her legs. Alberto was trying to comfort him some with clothing that had been soaked in water from the barrels they kept outside, but it was no use. Juana could see that her husband was dying right in front of her eyes. She heard Mary crying in the background, but she knew their little girl was safe, so she focused on Prince Karl instead. She prayed in her head for his recovery but knew in her heart it would never happen. His injuries were too severe.

"I love you Juana," he whispered.

"I love you too," she said through her tears. "Please, Karl, don't leave us."

"I don't want to, but I think God has other plans in mind for me," he told her. She cried harder at his words, knowing her daughter would grow up never knowing her father. She knew how that felt, as her own father had died when she was five. She could barely remember him and knew Mary would have no memories at all of the man who saved her life this night. "Don't cry for me. I will be in a better place. Return to your brother in Spain. He will see that you and our daughter are cared for until you find a new husband."

"I do not want a new husband," she cried.

"I want you to have one," he said. "You deserve all the love this world can give you, sweetheart. I want you to be happy. When you find a man who can make you happy, grasp the chance, and let yourself love again. Promise me."

"Karl. . ." her words fell to the wayside as her heart broke from his suffering.

"Promise me Juana," he repeated. "Promise me that you will try to be happy again, one day."

She gently kissed his lips and held him for a moment. Then she felt his body relax against her and heard his last breath. She cried relentlessly as she held him, even when she knew he was gone. As her tears for her dead husband continued, the sun appeared on the horizon and it began to rain, as if the angels were crying with her. She looked into the sun, kissed her husband goodbye, then whispered "I promise" into the ear of the shell he left behind.

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12 September 1557
Whitehall Palace
The Royal Gardens

King Harry was walking in the Gardens and enjoying the weather. It had been just a week in a half since he turned forty-three years old and it was also his very first birthday since the death of his beloved Anne. He couldn't believe it was nearly a year since he had lost her. He was very disappointed in their eldest son and heir, William, by taking a mistress, instead of just waiting one more year until his marriage. Everyone was wanting him to remarry after Anne's death. He hadn't even dismissed her household. He was also hurt for his children, especially little Margaret. Everyone kept saying she needed a mother, but he couldn't replace his lovely Anne.

Suddenly, he saw his cousin, Infanta Liliana of Spain, walkong and reading a book. Harry smiled. She was a wonderful person and he felt like he could talk to her about anything. He really hoped that his cousin, Emperor Charles V, would allow him to find a husband for her in the English Court, just so he could keep his new friend close.

Liliana smiled at him and curtsied and walked up to him.

"Your Majesty, it's wonderful to see you out on this beautiful day. How are you, if you don't mind me asking?" she asked.

Harry sighed.

"It is a beautiful day, however the Council is still pushing me to remarry. I understand where they are coming from, as a King. However, as a man, it hurts. Anne and I were married for twenty-five years and we had seven children, although it pleased God to take one of them home already. How can they expect them to marry again, as if she didn't exist?" he asked.

Liliana touched his arm. Harry felt a certain warmth and electrifying feeling. Her touch was very soothing and almost familiar.

"I know how you feel. My Father was put under the same pressure when my mother died. I was very young when I lost her. I didn't have much time with her, but she was very active in my upbringing and my siblings as well. My Father was gone often, but they were deeply in love. She loved him very much. My mother gave him several children,but when she died, The Cortes and the Imperial Court wanted him to remarry, but my Grandmother said she supported his decision to remain widowed. She was a widow nearly fifty years before she herself died. Queen Anne was a remarkable woman and she cannot easily be replaced. Those years will never be erased or nullified." she said.

Harry smiled and nodded.

"You're right. I will make my own decision when it come to that personal matter. Thank you so much for listening to me. I feel like I talk to you more than I talk to my confessor honestly. Thank you for always being there to listen to me. Ever since Anne died,i thought i had no one to confide in." he admitted.

Liliana smiled and curtsied.

"I am at Your Majesty's service. I am honored that you seek my ears on such a sensitive matter." she said.

Harry nodded and Liliana gave one more smile. Harry then noticed her fully. Liliana was tall,a good weight, a high big bust area, long dark auburn hair and the most beautiful gray eyes he had ever seen. Her skin was blemish free as well. She truly was a very beautiful woman of twenty-four years old.

Liliana cleared her throat and curtsied and walked away and Harry could not help but watch her every e moved so gracefully, like a swan that glided over the river. She seemed so perfect, so demure, so sweet. She moved like the perfect woman. She moved like a perfect...Queen.

Harry found a bench to sit down, as shock overcame him.

"Do I love her? Am I falling in love again?" he asked, aloud.

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18 September 1557
France

King Henri II of France sat at his desk with his mistress on his lap. This was not a usual sight for the French court to see, but the Portuguese ambassadors that he was meeting with seemed uncomfortable, knowing the King was married, but seeing another woman acting like his wife. King Carlos of Portugal would certainly not behave in such a fashion, taking another woman as his mistress, but even if he had, he would have never dishonored his queen by flaunting it.

"I assume this concerns the marriage contract between our nations, gentlemen," King Henri stated more than asked. The two men looked at one another, then back at the King and nodded. "Well?"

"King Carlos of Portugal sends his greetings to your Majesty," the older of the two men began. "He has sent us here on a diplomatic mission, sire, but also one of great importance and, if we may be so bold, one of great delicacy in the manner in which it should be handled."

"I don't understand gentlemen," the King replied. "When is Princess Joanna arriving in France? That IS what you have come to tell me, is it not?"

The two Portuguese men looked at each other again before returning their attention to the King. "No sire, it is not."

"Let me put this to you plainly sirs," King Henri said, firmly. "I don't have all day to dally with this nonsense. Spit it out."

"His majesty, King Carlos, feels that it is his duty to inform you that his daughter, Princess Joanna, has not yet become a woman who can marry and produce children, Your Grace," the older of the two gentlemen spoke again.

"So, you are saying that the Princess has not yet had her first monthly courses?" King Henri asked.

"Correct, your Majesty."

"Well, that does pose a problem," the King said. "What does her physician say is the issue?"

"There is none he can find, sire," the younger ambassador told him. "It just has not happened yet."

"But it could?" the King of France questioned.

"It could, but King Carlos believes that it would be better to postpone or even cancel the betrothal until what time, if ever, the Princess can definitely have children, seeing that the marriage is between your heir and her highness," the older man spoke again. "It would be unwise for the marriage to take place until that time."

"Of course," Diane, the King's mistress, spoke up. "Prince Francis cannot have a potentially barren wife."

The two ambassadors turned their heads in her direction to acknowledge the older woman but weren't sure how to react to a mistress speaking about affairs of state in front of the King.

Henri shrugged it off. "She's right, it wouldn't," he concurred. After several minutes of silence, Henri had reached his decision. "Your King is intelligent to present this to us in private, and I assume he wants the Princess' status to remain a secret until the outcome is known?"

"That would be in the best interest of the Princess' future, your Grace."

"Then we will officially call off the betrothal during our harvest celebrations in two weeks, announcing that Princess Joanna is in ill health and that although we wish her a most speedy and complete recovery, it would be in the best interest of France that our son and heir were wed to another lady of royal status," King Henri told them.

The Portuguese ambassadors were shocked at the generosity of the French King. Many other monarchs, including the late King Henry VIII would have been eager to ruin Portugal over such an incident. "Portugal thanks you profusely, your Grace, for dealing with this matter in such a sympathetic way," the older of the two men said.

"I will see to the return of the Princess' dowry at once," King Henri said, reaching for parchment and his quill.

"There is no need, your Majesty."

"Excuse me?" Henri questioned.

"King Carlos instructed us to leave the part of her dowry that has already been paid here, as a gift to the French, for having to endure this inconvenience for the sake of her highness."

Henri was shocked at the revelation that he would be keeping the money that had already been sent to him. "Thank your King for his generosity," Henri said.

"As you wish your Grace," the younger ambassador said. "By your leave, sire?"

"Granted."

The two men turned and exited the King's study quickly, still not completely believing their luck in how the end of the betrothal had worked. King Henri must have been in a good mood that day, for they had both heard of how volatile he could be when he did not get his way. Either way, with very little issue, they had succeeded in ending the betrothal of her highness, Princess Joanna, to the French Dauphin. Their King would be pleased.

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27 September 1557
Whitehall Palace, England
The Royal Gardens

King Harry was sitting on a bench. It was a rare moment of him being alone and he was happy to not have anyone around him, as his thoughts were running around everywhere. Five days ago, his late wife would have celebrated her forty-second birthday and here he was thinking about another woman. It had not even been a whole year since he had lost his wife, but he couldn't stop thinking about Infanta Liliana. She was so beautiful, kind and was so easy for him to talk to. He kept trying to forget her, but he couldn't deny it anymore: He was in love with the young Spanish Princess. He craved her in all ways and he couldn't bear the thought.

Suddenly, he heard two ladies speaking in Spanish. He recognized them as two of Infanta Liliana's ladies-in-waiting, Margarita and Ana. He decided to hide behind a tree, although he hated this.

Margarita looked at Ana, as they walked.

"The Infanta is definitely thinking about leaving for Spain soon. She can't handle it here anymore. She says she will never have a chance with him. She says it hurts her to see him and be close to him." she said.

Harry leaned back against the tree. Liliana was in love with someone at his Court. He felt like a dagger had been placed into his heart and twisted.

Ana sighed.

"I hope we don't leave here. I love England. I wish she would just tell King Henry that she loves him. We can stay here and find English Dukes to marry us." she said.

Harry opened his eyes in shock. Liliana loved him? He couldn't believe it. He surely had to be dreaming. There was no way this could be happening. He had her heart?

Margarita sighed.

"She's scared. The people loved Queen Anne and in her memory, she doesn't want to replace her, especially since she liked Queen Anne." she said.

Harry listened to the ladies, as they finished their conversation and walked away, thinking how grateful he was that his mother, the late Queen, Katherine of Aragon, had thought to teach her children Spanish. His conscience was torn between the private conversation he'd over heard and what to do about the information he'd just received. He was happy to know that Liliana cared for him, but he had to figure out the best way to approach her about this. He did not want her to run away from him just because he knew something he shouldn't know, especially not out of fear that he didn't feel the same, because he did. He was just as nervous about this as she was, obviously, but he wouldn't allow his nerves to stop their relationship; no, only she could do that. This information definitely changed everything, but how he could proceed without ruining things was, at this moment, beyond him

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3 October 1557
Whitehall Palace, England
The Gardens

King Harry was walking outside, trying to come to terms with the thoughts that was going through his head. He had finally realized that he was in love. He loved Liliana of Spain. He couldn't deny it any further. He knew she felt the same and he wanted to talk to her alone and have her admit her feelings. He just knew that she loves him.

He was also enjoying the beautiful autumn weather, but he also was hoping to be alone with Liliana. He just had to know how she felt about him.

Suddenly, he finally saw her. She was sitting reading a book. He stood and just watched her. She was do beautiful to him. She was wearing a dark red dress and her dark auburn hair cascaded down her back. He could tell from a distance that she was wearing a ruby ring on her right hand and she had a cross around her neck.

He slowly approached her and he felt as if he was approaching the battlefield. This was very difficult for him, but he had to go it. He had to know how she felt and if they had a chance. A chance he didn't feel would ever happen again.

He cleared his throat and Liliana looked up, stood up and took a deep curtsey to him.

"Your Majesty, my most sincere apologies. I did not hear you walk up. Please forgive me." she said.

He nodded.

"There is no need to be sorry, Liliana. It's just us. I am glad that you are here. I wanted to talk to you about something urgent." he said.

Liliana sprouted a worried look on her face.

"Is it my father, the Emperor?" she asked.

Harry shook his head.

"No, your Father is well. I wanted to talk about your life in England. Are you happy?" he asked.

Liliana smiled.

"Yes, of course, Your Majesty. Everyone has been so wonderful and kind to me. My heart does still ache for Lord Cavendish's death, but it was the will of the Lord. I do feel my time here is coming to an end. My father is getting old and I should return to him and join a convent in Spain. I feel that the Lord has not meant for marriage to not be in my future and I have accepted that." she said.

Harry shook his head.

"Liliana, you're only twenty-four years old. Any man would have you. I can't let you do this." he said.

Liliana looked at Harry, with confusion in her eyes

"Your Majesty, Spain is my home and there's nothing here for me any longer. My betrothed is dead and I am just an outsider here." she said.

Harry looked at her.

"You just said everyone was kind and wonderful to you. Why would that make you feel like an outsider." he said.

Liliana sighed

"Returning to Spain is my only option. My father needs me." she said evasively.

Harry walked closer to her.

"You're not running to your father, you're running from the truth." he said boldly.

Liliana looked at Harry, in confusion

"Your Majesty, what are you saying?" she asked.

Harry touched her arm.

"I know the truth, Liliana. I know how you feel and I feel the same way. Liliana...I love you." he said.

Liliana turned away from Harry, in shock. She couldn't believe that he was confront I'm her about this. She didn't think that this secret would get out.

She turned towards the King.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will not lie to you. I do care for you. I have fallen for the you. I have had these feelings for awhile. However, I can't do this. I still want to go back to Spain and you should find a more suitable Queen." she said.

Before he could object, Liliana walked away. Harry sighed. He knew that she was the one for him. He just had to prove it to her.

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10 October 1557
France

King Henri of France was in his study with his mistress, going over some paperwork for the transfer of a chateau to one of his more esteemed generals, hoping that the land would quell the man from hinting at an ennoblement after twenty years of service. He had a lot on his mind with everything going on lately, including the broken betrothal between Francis and the Portuguese Princess, Joanna.

There was a knock at his door, and his page announced that his Queen, Catherine di Medici, wanted to speak with him. He told the young man to let her enter, wondering what she wanted to speak to him about, since it was an oddity for the two monarchs to converse at random about anything.

"Henri," she said, curtsying to him as she entered the room, "we need to speak about Francis' marriage."

"What would we need to speak about, Catherine?" Henri asked. "He is my heir and it is my place to find him a suitable wife."

"I've made a list of suggestions for his potential bride that I thought might help," Catherine said.

Henri thought for a moment. Maybe it would be wise to hear her list. She may have some decent proposals and it would save him the headache of trying to find his son a wife of royal blood. "Go ahead," he said.

Catherine sat in the chair across from her husband and looked at Diane as if to order the older woman from the room. In her opinion, Diane had no say on the matter and did not need to be present, but Henri stopped that, telling his Queen that Diane could hear anything she had to say.

"Princess Maria of Naples is not betrothed to anyone and would make an excellent wife for Francis. She's only two years younger than he is," Catherine came right out and said.

"I do not want our son saddled with an Italian with temper like yours," Henri said. "Such tempers do not suit Queens of France, though your intellect has served me well at times."

"Yes, my intellect, my money, my understanding of multiple cultures, it has all served you well, yet you would deny your son the same services from his future Queen all because you don't approve of my temper," Catherine mocked. If an Italian bride isn't in the cards for my son, what about the Princess Catherine of Andorra? She is only two years younger than Francis?" Queen Catherine suggested.

Henri scoffed at the idea. "Andorra is a minor nation, Catherine. They have little to offer us, even if her dowry was sufficient for securing a betrothal to the Crown Prince of France."

Catherine thought for a moment. "The Archduchess of Austria, Joanna is three years younger or her sister, Helena," she said, looking at the list of potential candidates for Francis' hand.

"The Habsburgs have their hand in every nation in Europe. Even if Archduchess Helena was not already betrothed, I do not want them gaining another foothold with France," Henri replied. He was growing tired of her ramblings, as if she had a say in who his heir married.

"Princess Olga of Poland?" Catherine suggested.

"Already betrothed," Henri snapped.

"To whom?" Catherine questioned. She was not aware of a match between the Polish princess and anyone in Europe.

"To a Duke, one of her father's cousins, I believe," Henri said. "But even if she wasn't, the Polish Princesses are off limits due to the affinity between Alexandre and Princess Stefania once they are married."

Diane looked from Catherine to Henri, knowing Henri was becoming agitated by Catherine's suggestions. "I always thought that an alliance between France and Cyprus would be beneficial. I also happen to know that my cousin, the late King of Cyprus has a daughter about Francis' age. She is called Alix and is a Princess, of course."

Catherine could not believe what she was hearing. If Henri wouldn't allow Francis to marry an Italian Princess, then she'd be damned if she would allow her son to wed a relative of the harlot her husband kept for his own selfish purposes. "Listen here," Catherine said, "If my husband deems that an Italian match would not be good enough for Francis, then you can be assured he will not marry one of your relatives, princess or not. I will NOT have my son ruled over by one of your kin, so she can use his status as King of France to worm her way into our society, like you have. If you dare influence my husband to match our heir with a girl from Cyprus, you best sleep with one eye open from here on out!" Catherine stood from where she had been sitting to leave, but not before curtsying once more to her husband.

"CATHERINE!" Henri roared. "You will apologize to Diane immediately."

"Over my dead body, your majesty," Catherine replied. "You may take this whore to your bed, but you WILL NOT marry MY son off her to relatives without a fight from me."

"You forget yourself madam!" Henri yelled. "I am the King of France, not you, or your Medici relatives."

"I may not be the King of France, but I do know all of his secrets," Catherine threatened. "Unless you want the entire nation to know about your trifles with the treasury to buy Diane elaborate jewels and manor houses, you will NOT marry Francis to her relatives! Unless you want the entire nation to know how many crimes you have committed as King, you will not marry MY son off to her relatives! Unless you want the entire nation, AND the Pope to know how you even poisoned your OWN brother so you could become King, you will NOT even entertain the thought! Do I make myself clear?" Without waiting for his answered, Queen Catherine stormed out of the room leaving both the King and his mistress gaping after her with their jaws to the floor. There was no way Henri would risk Francis' future as King, much less his own security after her outburst. She may not know who Francis would be married to, and it may not be her decision to make, but she knew that it would not be to one of Diane's relatives, especially not after the threat she just made. Of all the things she was and all of the things she wasn't, there was one thing that Catherine de Medici was certain; King Henri II of France knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that his wife would not issue a threat that she wasn't prepared to carry out.

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17 October 1557
England

King Henry IX sat at the head of his council around a long, dark table. They were loudly debating the idea of when William, Prince of Wales, would marry the young Queen of Scotland. Some of his advisors wanted to try and move up the wedding to the beginning of the year, while others preferred to wait until the summer months had passed so the weather would be less harsh. Harry had to laugh when one of the men suggested that the wedding take place in August, knowing that it would be one of the more humid months. He could imagine Queen Mary sweating to death during the ceremony if his Aunt, the Dowager Queen insisted that she wear the same golden dress that Margaret had taken with her to Scotland for her own marriage to Mary's grandfather, the late King James IV. His laughter turned the attention of the entire council to him.

Harry stood to address them. "Gentlemen, for several months you have been after me to take a new wife," he began, "and although I did not think I ever would, one of the ladies at court has indeed caught my eye and captured my heart. Although she will never replace the late Queen, I have reconciled to the idea that perhaps a second marriage would be beneficial to England as a whole."

Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk, nodded at the King, who recognized him to speak. "Who is the honored lady, sire?"

"Princess Liliana of Spain," Harry said. "She is unmarried and as her last betrothal was broken by death, she is also unattached. The only issue that might arise is the fact that we are cousins, which can easily be compensated for by a papal dispensation."

The men of the English council looked at each other. "Do you think another match with Spain is wise, your Grace?" someone asked. "Your late mother was a formidable Queen, of that there is no doubt, but her marriage to your late father saw her temper show through on more than one occasion."

"My mother, God rest her soul, was a saint to put up with my father's antics," Harry said, firmly. "I understand that most men believe that women exist to do their bidding and should remain silent on matters of indiscretion, but I am not one of those men. I would not want my daughters being treated in such a fashion, therefore I will never 'handle' my wife like that."

Those among the council who felt that women should be seen and not heard looked at one another, as if they had been shamed by their fathers.

"Furthermore," Harry continued, "although I have brought the matter to your attention, I am not here to ask permission to marry the Princess. I am King and can do as I please on this matter, as long as the lady in question is of a noble house, which I dare say that none of you will dispute."

No one said a word to that, as if they could. The Spanish Princess was definitely of royal blood on both sides, her own mother having been the late Princess Mary of England, while her father was the current King of Spain.

After a few more moments of whispered debates, Charles Brandon spoke up. "Majesty, we have no objection to your marriage to the Princess, provided that the Pope will grant the dispensation. Do you have a date in mind for the wedding?"

"No," Harry said. "I have not even asked her if she would consider becoming my wife yet gentlemen, but now that I know my council is agreeable, I will do so and send a letter to his Holiness immediately if she is so inclined."

Several of the council members nodded, approving of the plan their King had in mind. With that, King Henry IX adjourned the meeting and left the room with one thing on his mind; finding Liliana and asking her if she wanted to become the next Queen of England, but more importantly, if she wanted to become his wife.

---

29 October 1557
England

"Majesty," King Henry IX's page said, entering his private chambers, "there is a message for you from Spain."

"Leave it on the table," Harry instructed. He watched the young man do as he commanded then leave the room. Harry stood and retrieved the parchment, eagerly unfolding it. It was from King Charles V, Liliana's father. He had written to the aged King, requesting his permission to marry the Spanish princess and all of his hopes rested on what her father would say in this message. He opened the paper and began to read:

From his Imperial Highness, Charles, Holy Roman Emperor
To His Majesty, Henry IX, King of England and Ireland

Dearest cousin,

It is with warm regards that I send you this letter, after receiving yours concerning the future of my daughter, the Infanta Liliana.

It is with every fiber of my being that I have prayed on your request. God has instructed me to grant permission for my daughter to become your queen, provided that the proper dispensation can be secured from our Holy Father. I have no doubt that she will be a great queen for your people, as she has her mother's spirit of kindness and generosity. I also know that as a husband, you with treat her with the utmost respect.

Congratulations, my dear cousin, and may the Lord bless and keep you and my daughter for years to come.

Your cousin,
Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor'

Harry reread the letter, thinking that he might have imagined it, but he hadn't. He had her father's blessing to propose, as long as he could obtain the dispensation. He had little doubt that he would be able to secure that, as he was a widower, and Liliana's last betrothal broken by the death of her intended. He sat at his desk, putting Charles' letter aside, to write to Rome and request the dispensation immediately. He loved Liliana and wanted her to be his wife before the year was out, before she could think any further on returning to Spain, and before his eldest son married the following year.

---

11 November 1557
Pamplona, Navarre
Queen Elizabeth's Privy Chambers

Queen Elizabeth was writing a letter to her sister, the Queen of Portugal, to congratulate her on the announcement of her new grandchild. Infante Duarte had told his parents that he and Infanta Maria were expecting their first child.

As she wrote her letter, she looked over and saw her six year old daughter, Princess Isabel, practicing her sewing with Sancha de Mendoza, Viscountess of Narbonne and her governess, Lady Inez. Little Isabel was a beautiful child, with brown hair and green eyes. She was also very intelligent for her age. Elizabeth had made sure to monitor her education, personally and Isabel was fluent in French, Greek, Catalan, Italian, a little bit of English and of course her native Spanish.

Elizabeth smiled at her eldest child.

"Your sewing is improving, darling." she said.

Isabel smiled.

"Thank you, Mama. Tia Sancha has been teaching me." she said.

Sancha nodded.

"You've done well, Infanta. You master everything placed to you. You shall make an excellent Queen someday." she said, proudly.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, which made Elizabeth turn her head.

"Enter." she said, in Spanish.

The door opened and Lord John, former Prince of Denmark and the current Duke of Vendome and Elizabeth's Solicitor General and Lord James Brandon, Duke of Beaumont, who was also Elizabeth's Royal Secretary and her cousin, and her husband, King Luis, Duke of Najera stepped in.

Both men took a bow to their Queen and rose when she gave them permission. They also took a brief bow to Infanta Isabel. Luis kissed his daughter and wife and sat next to Elizabeth.

Lord James spoke first.

"Your Majesty, we are sorry to disturb you, but I have important letters I wanted to discuss with you." he said.

Lord John cleared his throat.

"I also had to talk to you about a personal situation, Your Majesty." he said.

Elizabeth nodded and looked at Lady Inez, who stood and walked out, holding Infanta Isabel's hand.

Elizabeth gestured to two seats in front of her.

"Sit, my lords. Let's get started. Lord James, have you heard back from Candia about our marriage betrothal?" she asked.

James nodded.

"We have. King Giacomo wrote us back and apologized, but he has accepted a marriage alliance for his heir already. He's currently betrothed to Princess Isabella of Naples. He says that he would prefer to betroth his heir to a nation that is more...stable." he said.

Elizabeth glared.

"Isabel is descended from many Royal lines. We may only be three years in our reign, but we are no less than significant. However, we are all Christian. I pray that everything is smooth for them. Is there anything else we need to know?" she asked, slightly aggravated.

Luis took her hand.

"It isn't a personal attack. Naples made the offer before we did. It won't be a loss." he said.

Elizabeth smiled and nodded.

"Have any news come for Eduardo and Juana's potential marriages?" she asked.

Lord James nodded.

"None for the Prince, as of yet. However, Poland is interested in Infanta Juana for their new heir, Prince Ludwik." he said.

Elizabeth nodded. Queen Dorothea of Poland, her first cousin once removed, had been married to the Polish King now for seventeen years and after several pregnancies, she only managed to have four surviving daughters. Finally, now in her mid-thirties, she managed to get pregnant again and give birth to a healthy boy, who was now currently six months old.

Luis looked impressed and confused.

"So, our little Juana will be the future Queen of Poland. Is there a reason why they didn't want Isabel?" he asked.

Lord James nodded.

"Yes. The Infanta is six years older than the Prince and the King and Queen would prefer he marry a Princess his own age." he said.

Elizabeth nodded.

"That does make sense. I would say the same thing myself. I would love if we can meet here in person, to finalize Juana's betrothal. Do you agree?" she asked, looking at Luis.

Luis nodded.

"I agree. Lord James, talk to the Polish ambassador and let's try to get them here in the springtime, when the weather is better for them." he said.

Lord James nodded, stood and bowed and went to do what he was supposed to do.

Lord John looked at his King and Queen.

" Your Majesties, before I discuss my personal affairs, I do have things that are important. My Queen, you want to start a school in each village and you want a place in each village to give away leftovers from our banquets, including roast meat. I agree with it as does my wife and she's willing to pay a higher tax for it. I am concerned about the other nobles. Do you think some will have an issue with you wanting to assist the poor as much?" he asked.

Elizabeth took a deep breath.

"I promised at my coronation that I would care for my people. They all work hard and at the very least they deserve an adequate meal when we eat well. As for the schools, it is necessary. The children need it. The nobles will have to become adapted to the new ways. I am Queen of Navarre and as long as the Lord allows me to live, I shall do my best to improve these lands. Now, what is your personal matter?" she asked.

Lord John sighed.

"I was wondering if I could join my wife in Castile. Her mother is ailing and getting older. I just miss Maria." he admitted.

Elizabeth smiled.

"You may go to her." she said.

Lord John smiled, stood up and bowed to his young Queen.

---

14 November 1557
Westminster Abbey, England

The Abbey was very quiet and cold. He walked past his ancestors and tried to keep his composure, as h ite kept his Cloak up. As he passed by the tombs of King Henry VII and Elizabeth of York,

As he lowered his hood, King Harry took a deep breath. He never met his grandparents, but he was intimidated being here right at this moment.

He took a deep now at their effigies.

"Your Majesties, my most beloved grandparents." he said.

Harry kept walking and passing various ancestors. He even passed the tiny tomb of his son that was lost over twenty years ago. His eyes filled with tears. He and Anne were planning on naming him John, after Anne's father. He took a deep breath, because he knew he wasn't that far from where he needed to be.

After a few more steps, just south of his baby's tomb, he came upon a simple slab of black marble. It still was shiny and clean, even after a year of being placed. He could feel the tears coming, as he read the epitaph on this particular tomb:

ANNE OF CLEVES, QUEEN OF ENGLAND
BORN 1515 DIED 1556

King Harry sobbed a little and laid a bouquet of white and red roses on her tomb.

"Hello, darling. It's Harry. I am so sorry I haven't come by to see you as of yet. I can't believe we lost you a year ago today. I have to talk to you about something. I didn't think it would happen, but I've fallen in love. Liliana has captured a part of my heart and we will be married very soon. Anne...she will be my wife. I admit I am excited for her to be my wife. However, I want to tell you something. Although I am getting married again, I will never stop loving you and you are my true love, sweetheart. There's never a day I don't think about you and miss your touch and your kind smile. You kept our family together and I hope that I can keep us going in your absence. Twenty-five years you were my blessed wife and you were an amazing wife. You never displeased me. I beseech you to give me your blessing in this marriage. Please intercede to the Lord on my behalf to give me the strength to be a good husband to Liliana. I promise you this: When the Lord calls me to His side, I shall rest here with you, my true loving wife and I ask that you hold my hand and escort me into His loving embrace. I love you, my sweet Anne. I'll never stop loving you." he said, through tears.

Suddenly, he felt a warm breeze rush upon him and a scent that he could swear was the scent of roses, Anne's favorite scent to wear .

Harry stood and smiled through his tests and raised his hood up.

"Thank you, sweetheart." he said, as he wakes away from Anne's tomb to return to the Palace.

---

18 November 1557
Whitehall Palace

The trumpeters announced the arrival of a guest to English court, though it was not the fanfare of a visiting royal. The courtiers gathered in the throne room and waited for the King to arrive with anticipation of who might be calling.

Moments later, King Henry IX of England entered the room, and everyone bowed as a sign of their respect to the man who had governed them so well. Once he was seated on his throne, the herald tapped his staff three times and called out "Cardinal Di Lusio to be presented to his Majesty." The doors swung open and in walked a middle-aged man in the robes of the Catholic church, signifying his position. Harry watched the man enter his throne room and bow to the King. He wondered what was so urgent that the Pope would send a Cardinal of the church to England at this time of year with no warning.

"Your Eminence," Harry recognized the man, allowing him to speak.

"Your Grace," the man responded, "I have news for you from Rome concerning your last correspondence with his Holiness."

Harry thought for a moment. His last letter to the Pope was in regard to his marriage request to his cousin, Princess Liliana. The Cardinal held out a message with the Papal Seal on it. Harry took the package, stood and beckoned for the Cardinal to follow him into his study.

When the two men entered the room, Harry sat at his desk, motioning for the man to sit across from him. "Would you like refreshment?" Harry offered.

The Cardinal nodded, "Yes, please, Majesty."

Harry looked at his footman, who swiftly left the room to fetch some wine, then proceeded to open the message from the Pope. He read the first page of the package.

'My dearest son,

I congratulate you on the matter of your betrothal to the Princess Liliana of Spain. It was of great joy that I received your request for our dispensation to marry the young woman, and after much prayer, I can fully grant your request with a clear heart. Included you will find the dispensation for your marriage. Your betrothed's father has also been sent a copy, so he may bless your union without reservation. May your union be full of happiness and may you be blessed with more children by your new wife.

May God go with you,
Pope Paul IV'

Harry looked at the documents included with the message. There were indeed the necessary papers, along with the extra copy for the church records. He couldn't help but smile.

"Good news, your Majesty?" The Cardinal asked, sipping his wine that Harry's servant had handed him.

"Very," Harry nodded. "His Holiness has granted my request for the marriage dispensation to marry my cousin, Princess Lilianna of Spain. He's also sent a copy for her father, the Holy Roman Emperor."

"Congratulations are in order then," the man said, smiling as well.

"Thank you," Harry said, "but it may be premature. I have not yet asked her to be my wife and Queen. She may say no."

"I doubt that very much, your Grace," the Cardinal responded.

"Well, we shall see," Harry concluded. He turned his attention to his guest. "If it pleases you, you are welcome to stay in court for as long as you like to rest from your travels and enjoy the benefits of our generosity."

"Much thanks, your Majesty," he answered. "Perhaps I will stay for a night or two, but then I must return to Rome. His Holiness has much on his plate at the moment and we were told not to make our visit here too lengthy, though I would like to return when time permits, if that is suitable."

"Of course," Harry said. "You are always welcome here at English Court." Harry stood, ordering his footman to inform the household staff to make rooms ready for the Cardinal and his party, then he excused himself to the chapel to thank God for his good fortune. He also wanted to prepare what he would say when he finally did propose to the Princess. He could only hope she would say yes.

---

28 November 1557
Whitehall Palace, England
The Royal Throne Room

Harry was sitting alone. He was sitting in silent prayer. It had been several months since he realized that he was in love with Infanta Liliana of Spain. He didn't expect to fall in love with her. He still loved his lovely Anne, but he knew that there was room in his heart for Liliana. He wanted her so bad. He wanted to be the man that had the honor of calling her his. He also knew the people would love her as Queen. However, he knew that he would never have her. She was the daughter of the Emperor. He knew that she deserved better than a widowed King with six children, three grandchildren and was nineteen years older than her. He was still a good-looking man, but he still felt like she deserved better. However, the thought of anyone taking her and marrying her burned his blood and he could not allow it. Liliana would be his wife and Queen. He was happy that just ten days ago, he received the papal dispensation that would allow him to marry his beloved Spanish Infanta.

"HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, INFANTA LILIANA OF SPAIN!" the royal herald announced.

Liliana walked into the room. Harry was astounded at her beauty. Tall, elegant,her dark auburn hair, hypnotizing eyes the color of a storm over the sea, her beautiful figure with her raised, full bosom. He hungered for her and his loins burned with passionate desire. He made a note to make confession to his confessor later for these impure thoughts.

Liliana curstied.

"You wanted to see me, Your Majesty?" she asked, demurely.

Harry, remembering that he was the King, cleared his throat.

"Yes, Liliana. I wanted to speak to you alone. I thank you for dismissing your ladies, as I instructed." he said.

Liliana nodded.

"Your Majesty is a most gentle and devout King. I knew you did not summon me for anything that would risk both of her standing in Court and in the eyes of the Lord." she said.

Harry smiled.

"I have summoned you here for us to talk. I do not wish for you to return to Spain." he said.

Liliana looked up, in shock.

"But, Your Majesty, I have no place here. My betrothed is dead and my presence here with no husband makes me very vulnerable and I would rather take my vows back home in Spain and live for God." she said.

Harry sighed.

"I have found you another husband and you father, Emperor Charles V, has agreed to the union." he said.

Liliana looked at the King, in shock.

"Another marriage? I am twenty-four years old. What man would have me now?" she asked.

Harry looked at Liliana. He couldn't resist it any longer. He didn't get a say when his father arranged his marriage to Anne many years ago. But, now he was in total control.

Suddenly, King Harry sank down to one knee and looked at Liliana and gently took her hand.

"The man that would have you is me. I have asked your Father and he has agreed. Now, Liliana, my darling, would you do me the honor of accepting my hand as my wife and Queen?" he asked.

Liliana looked at Harry, in shock.

"Your Majesty...we are cousins. We would need a dispensation from the Holy Father." she said.

Harry nodded.

"I am aware. That is why i am excited that our dispensation arrived ten days past. Our marriage will be valid in the eyes of God. I know you love me, Liliana and I love you. Our kind aren't blessed to always marry for love. I happen to fall in love with Anne and we had a beautiful twenty-five year marriage. However, that doesn't invalidate a future with you, my darling. Do not run from me, sweetheart. Marry me and become my forever. " he said.

Liliana sighed. She couldn't deny it. She loved the King. She had loved him for some time. She never thought that he would actually return her affections and her care. She knew that this marriage was blessed. She couldn't shake the feeling that this was exactly what she was destined to be an to do.

Liliana placed her hand on his.

"Oh, Henry. I do love you. So very much. I will marry you." she said.

Harry stood up and hugged Liliana. He had never been called Henry before and he loved it from Liliana.

Finally, King Harry and Infanta Liliana shared their very first kiss.

Liliana broke apart first.

"When should we get married, Your Majesty?" she asked.

Harry smiled.

"Call me Harry or Henry now. How about we get married, quietly on the fourteenth day of December?" he asked.

Liliana smiled.

"It's perfect...Henry." she said, as, they hugged each other.

In the corner, a spirit walked around and briefly smiled at the new couple. The spirit is the late Queen Anne and she was walking around, making sure that her family was protected. When she saw that Harry and Liliana were finally going to marry, smiled brighter.

"My Harry, I love you. Love your new wife and treat her with respect, my Love." she said.

As she blew a kiss at the couple, she disappeared back to the Heavenly domains.

---

1 December 1557
England

Lady Katherine Dudley had been in labor for nearly twenty-four hours. The midwife was concerned. Although first babies usually took longer, it was alarming that the child had not crowned yet and there seemed to be no progress. The young mother was tired, and so was the midwife who was attending the birth. Even the woman's mother was concerned at this point.

"If the child doesn't come soon, we may lose them both," the midwife confided in Lady Katherine's mother.

"Perhaps we should send for a doctor," the older woman suggested. The midwife nodded, and Lady Stokes left the room to send a servant for the physician. As she opened the door, she found Lord Robert Dudley outside, pacing in the hallway.

"Any news?" he asked. His mother-in-law just shook her head. She didn't want to raise alarm with her daughter's husband just yet. He was nervous enough as it was.

She went downstairs and quickly wrote a note, then handed it to her daughter's stable hand, asking the young man to deliver it to the doctor as quickly as possible. When she returned to the upper floor of the house, she heard Katherine scream. Lord Robert rushed to the door, but she managed to stop him.

"It's no place for a man," she said, then quickly opened the door, stepping in and shutting it behind her.

Katherine was laying in her bed, her forehead drenched in sweat from the birthing process. The midwife examined her daughter.

"I see the baby's head, m'lady," she told Lady Katherine. "Keep pushing so we don't lose the progress!"

Katherine pushed again, allowing the midwife to announce that the head was born. Lady Katherine laid back on her pillow for a moment, then pushed again. "I can't do this anymore mother," she said, exhausted.

"Yes, you can, my girl," her mother reassured her, sitting next to her on the bed and taking Lady Katherine's hand in her own.

"I'm so tired."

"I know darling, but you're almost done. Soon, your babe will be in the world and you will be a mother."

"Push, Lady Katherine," the midwife ordered.

Lady Katherine complied and gave a huge push, feeling the baby slip from between her legs. Her efforts were rewarded with the first cries of her newborn child. A knock came on the door and she heard her husband ask if everything was alright.

"Don't you come in here yet, Lord Robert," the midwife yelled. "I want mother and child clean and comfortable when you see them first."

Lady Stokes laughed, recalling a similar incident with Lady Katherine's own birth.

The midwife handed the babe off to her assistant to be cleaned, then turned her attention to the young mother. After a few moments, she told Lady Stokes that her daughter could be cleaned and changed, which was done by the other ladies in the room and the bed was made fresh with clean linens by the chamber maid.

Once the cleaning was done and Lady Katherine was dressed in a new nightgown, she laid back in her bed, propped up by several fresh pillows. The midwife handed her child to her. "It's a boy, m'lady. You have a fine, healthy son." Katherine looked from the woman to her son now resting in her arms.

"Can his father come see him now?" Lady Katherine asked.

"Of course," the midwife replied.

Lady Stokes got up and opened the door for her son-in-law. "You may come in now Lord Robert and meet your child."

Robert Dudley walked calmly into his bedchambers and saw his wife holding a baby in her arms. He sat next to them on the bed and Katherine put the child in his arms. "We have a son, Robert," Katherine said.

"A son?" Robert questioned, then looked at his child once more.

"Yes, a son," the midwife confirmed. Robert beamed from ear to ear at the news.

"You did well, my love," he told his wife, leaning over slightly to kiss her forehead. "What shall we call him?"

"I think he looks like you, so what about Robert?" Lady Katherine asked.

"Robert it is," he confirmed. "Hello Robert."

"We did it," Lady Katherine said. "We're a family." She took one of little Robert's hands and he wrapped his fingers around his mother's just as the sun was setting in the sky over the river.

---

6 December 1557
St. Hilarion Castle, Kyrenia, Cyprus
The Royal Quarters

Seventeen year old King Janius had his rosary wrapped in his hands and was praying. He was absolutely terrified. Inside of a closed door, he could hear his eighteen year old wife and his Queen, Christina of Naples, screaming as she was giving birth to their first child. It was no surprise that the young Queen was giving birth to her first child just seventeen months after her wedding. Due to their young age, the Royal Council did most of the governing, along with Dowager Queen Rebecca, the King's Mother. This left the two teenagers to get to know each other and resulted in the desired pregnancy. Queen Christina was a very prudent young Queen. She took care of herself and she was friendly to everyone.

The doors opened and Dowager Queen Rebecca walked in, carrying Janius' youngest sister, Princess Charlotte , who was now two years old.

The thirty-eight year old former Queen touched her second born child and oldest son.

"My dear boy, you should rest. This is something that can take hours." she said.

Janius shook his head.

"No, Mother. I need to be here. Especially after what happened to Aimee, I can't leave Christina." he said.

Rebecca sighed and nodded. Seven months prior, her oldest child, Amadea, Crown Princess of Imeretti, gave birth to a stillborn daughter. She was already expecting again.

"Christina and your child will not perish, my sweet Bambino." she said.

More time passed and little Charlotte fell asleep in Janius' lap and her nurse took her to the Nursery to sleep. Dowager Queen Rebecca smiled. She was proud of her seven children and couldn't wait to be able to see her first born surviving grandchild.

Suddenly, a loud piercing cry was heard. The seventeen year old King stood to his feet. He still had his rosary clasped into his hand.

More time passed by, before the midwife, the very same person who delivered Janius and his siblings, came out with a huge, bright smile.

"IT'S A BOY! A HEALTHY BOY, YOUR MAJESTY! WE HAVE A PRINCE!" she said excitedly.

Janius smiled. He had a son. He was young, but he managed to have a son on his first chance. He knew that no matter what happened, he could just enjoy his Queen and their son.

His smile faded.

"How fares the Queen?" he asked.

The midwife stood aside.

"You may see for yourself, Your Majesty." she said.

King Janius walked in and saw his sweet Christina. Her dark auburn hair was darkened and drenched with sweat and she was looking down at a moving bundle in her loving arms. He had never been so proud or attracted to his wife.

Queen Christina looked up at her husband.

"Janius, we have a son. I can't believe we are parents." she said.

Janius sat on her bed and kissed her forehead.

"I can't believe it either, my love. What should we call him? Maybe Alphonso after your father and brother?" he asked.

Christina shook her head.

"No. I love my brother, but my elder sister in Spain has already had a son named for our brother. I want to give our son a strong name. A name that the people will love to associate with their future King." she said.

Janius smiled. This is why the people already loved her. She put Cyprus first. He couldn't have asked for a better Queen. He loved her

Christina smiled.

"Today is the feast day of Saint Nicholas. Why not name him Nicholas?" she asked.

Janius smiled and looked at his newborn son, who had drifted off to sleep.

"Prince Nicholas it is." he said.

---

14 December 1557
Whitehall Palace, England

The small private chapel in the palace was filled with the guests that had been invited to the marriage of the King of England, Henry IX, to the Princess Liliana of Spain. The King's children by his first wife, the late Queen Anne, were there, except for their eldest daughter, Matilda, who was now the Crown Princess of Sweden and married to Crown Prince Eric. They had been unable to make the voyage to England for the wedding but had sent gifts to her father and new stepmother. William, the Prince of Wales had arrived the day before the nuptials from Ludlow. Prince Edward, Duke of York, was there, along with Prince Owen, and the Princesses Eleanor and Margaret. They were seated in the front row, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

The King's Uncle, Edmund, Duke of Somerset, was also there, along with the King's half-brother, Edward Fitzroy, Duke of Richmond, along with his children, and the King's half-sister, Lady Rose Fitzroy, Baroness of Windsor. The Spanish ambassadors were among the guests, representing the bride's father, Holy Roman Emperor, Charles V of Spain.

As the guests waited for the ceremony to start, Prince William rose from his seat and went to stand by Lady Elizabeth Fitzroy. Unknown to most of the guests, Lady Elizabeth was his mistress and had been for several months. "Come to my chambers after the feast?" he asked her in whispers. She nodded. She loved him and could deny him nothing. He was in love with her too and had promised her that he would speak with his father about their relationship, as well as his desire to marry her instead of the young Scottish Queen who was to be his bride the following summer. Their conversation was interrupted by the priest entering the chapel, and William took his seat next to his siblings.

King Henry IX walked in next and stood next to the priest, nervously playing with his signet ring behind his back. Moments later, the doors at the other end of the chapel opened. Harry looked up and saw his bride standing beneath a garland of flowers. She was radiant, much as his first wife had been when he married the late Queen.

Liliana walked towards the altar, nervous about the ceremony, but more nervous about the consummation that would happen later. She was inexperienced compared to her bridegroom, and she was not sure she could handle such a private thing happening in front of priests. She took a deep breath before reaching her destination and exhaled as she stopped beside her husband-to-be.

They both knelt in front of the priest and their marriage ceremony began. Once the contracts were signed, the priest blessed them both and their marriage, then prayed that God would grant them many children together, before beginning the vows. After they were pronounced husband and wife, they rose, faced their guests, and walked out of the chapel to the Great Hall, where their wedding feast was being held.

The room was decorated with every flower that could be found in England in the Winter months, and the guests were presented to the couple, each in turn. William, Prince of Wales, entered the room ahead of his siblings, showing his status as heir to the throne. He bowed to his father, then greeted his new stepmother with a bow and a kiss on her cheek. His siblings followed soon after, then the other nobles of the realm, and finally the Spanish ambassadors her father had sent to witness the marriage on his behalf.

Harry offered Liliana his arm, which she took, and led her to the dance floor where they led the guests in a waltz, then they were seated at the head table for the meal. Harry looked at his beautiful bride and noticed that she was uneasy, despite being a Princess of Spain. He leaned over to her, smiling, "Darling, what troubles you?" he asked.

"Nothing, my Lord," she replied, trying to smile as if nothing was wrong.

"I know you better than that."

"It's nothing, truly," she said. "I just worry about what will happen later. I am not. . . experienced. I just hope I will make you happy."

Harry smiled at her again and kissed her hand. "Don't worry about that," he assured her. "I have no expectations."

"But all those people who will be watching," she said, not really wanting to finish the sentence.

Harry chuckled lightly. Now he knew what the problem was. "Darling, we don't do that here in England," he told her.

"My lord?" she questioned.

"I know how consummations are performed in other nations, my love," Harry answered. "We don't do that here. No one will be watching us."

"But how do they know. . ." she trailed off quietly, not wanting the others to know what they were discussing.

"I am the King," he said. "If I say it was done, they believe me. End of story." He paused for a moment. "Now, shall we move on to happier things?"

Liliana nodded, relieved that no one would be there to judge her actions. Harry took her hand and led her back to the floor where people were dancing. They spent the rest of the feast enjoying themselves, and when it was done, Harry swept his new bride to his chambers, privately, ready to set her heart and mind further at ease with her other duties as his wife.

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19 December 1557
Whitehall Palace

There was a knock on the door. Lady Elizabeth Fitzroy went to open it and found the Prince of Wales standing outside her chambers.

"Your highness," she said, curtsying to the Prince, who had been her lover for several months. The curtsey was a mere formality between them, should anyone see the couple together, but she did it just the same.

"Lady Elizabeth," he acknowledged, "can we speak in private?"

She just nodded and stepped aside, allowing him to enter her chambers at court. He looked around slowly, then waited until she closed the door before saying anything else. Once he was certain that no one would see them, he walked over to her and kissed her hand gently before kissing her lips.

"You did not come to me after the wedding feast," he said. "Why?"

"Forgive me, your Grace," she replied. "I wasn't feeling well and retired for the evening. I was asleep before I could even think to send word to you."

He nodded. "Are you feeling better now?"

Elizabeth walked towards the window before answering him. "I am, your highness," she admitted, "but there is a situation that we need to discuss."

"What's that?"

"Have you spoken with your father about the possibility of our marriage?" she asked.

"No," he told her. "I was planning on talking with him about that in a few days. I was giving him and my new stepmother time to be alone before approaching the topic. I hope she will put him in a better mood for it."

"I see," Elizabeth said, then went quiet again, staring out the window into the courtyard.

"Elizabeth, what's wrong? What's this line of questioning for?"

She took a deep breath, then turned to face him. "William, I am with child and if the child is not to be labeled a bastard like my father, we must marry and soon."

William stood there; his mouth open, unable to speak. He'd been reckless. It had never once entered his mind that she might end up pregnant. "You're certain?"

Elizabeth nodded. "I saw a midwife this morning. She confirmed it. The child will be delivered in the early fall."

William walked over to her and hugged her close. "This is good news, Elizabeth!"

"How can you possibly say that? I am not married and carrying the child of the heir to the throne! I will be seen as a fallen woman unless your father agrees to the marriage," she cried.

"Sweetheart, don't you understand? I am not yet married to the Queen of Scots. Father wouldn't allow your reputation to be destroyed because of this. He will have no choice but to let us marry," William said.

"You're sure?" Elizabeth asked.

"I don't see how he could say no unless he wanted to destroy you and your father, which I know he does not," William assured her.

Elizabeth smiled. "When will you speak with him then?"

William thought for a moment. "In two days. He will be in a good mood then between his new bride and the Christmas festivities having a new meaning for him this year. I am sure he will want us married as soon as possible." Elizabeth looked at her prince with hope, but there was still a gleam of uncertainty in her eyes. "Do not worry my love. We will be married before you know it and you, my darling girl, will be the Princess of Wales, and one day, Queen of England."

The young couple embraced, convinced that their future was assured.

---

21 December 1557
Whitehall Palace

King Henry IX of England entered his study to find his eldest son, William, Prince of Wales, waiting for him. The younger man stood when his father came into the room and bowed. Harry smiled and nodded at his reverence for royal protocol, despite having told his children that it was not necessary when they were alone.

"William, it is good to see you son! What brings you to my study this day?" Harry asked, sitting at his desk.

William sat on the opposite side of his father before speaking. "Father, I have something of great importance to discuss with you, and although you may be angry when you first hear what I have to say, I trust that you will see it is for the best," William said.

"I'm listening," Harry replied, his full attention on his son.

"As you know, I have been involved with Lady Elizabeth Fitzroy for some time now. I do not want her to remain my mistress, Father," William said, pausing for his father's reaction.

"I agree that it is for the best that you give this dalliance up," Harry said. "What's the problem though? Do you need help in ending it? In finding her a suitable husband?"

William shook his head. "Father, I do not want to end it. I love Lady Elizabeth with ever fiber of my being."

"Son, your marriage is of great political importance to this nation," Harry reminded him. "You have been betrothed to the Queen of Scotland since she was a baby. Your marriage is set for next summer and you will marry her."

"Father, Lady Elizabeth is with child," William said bluntly. "The child is mine."

Harry couldn't believe what he had just heard. He could feel the fury building before he spoke, but could not hold back his words. "SHE'S WHAT?!"

"She is carrying my child, your grandchild," William repeated.

"OF ALL THE THINGS YOU COULD HAVE DONE, YOU HAD TO GET INVOLVED WITH HER AND NOW. . . NOW YOU WANT TO MARRY HER JUST BECAUSE SHE'S PREGNANT WITH A BASTARD?" Harry screamed at his son. "HOW DARE YOU? YOU CANNOT UPSET A CAREFULLY PLANNED ALLIANCE BECAUSE YOU LOVE SOMEONE! SCOTLAND AND ENGLAND MUST BE UNITED AND YOU WILL MARRY THE QUEEN OF SCOTS!"

"But Father, if I do not marry Elizabeth, the child will be a bastard and that's not fair for either of them. It will destroy her reputation, and the child will have no kind of life, despite coming from royal blood!" William said.

Harry sat still for a moment, fuming over what his son had told him. "Leave my sight! I will tell you what will happen to you, Lady Elizabeth and the child within the week," Harry said firmly. William stood, bowed to his father, then started towards the door. "And William, don't even think about running off to get married. I WILL behead you and Lady Elizabeth if you do, child or no child."

William blinked in disbelief. His father had never threatened an innocent child before. "Yes, Your Majesty," William said, then left the room, only to meet his stepmother face-to-face after closing the door. He bowed to her with a solemn look on his face.

Liliana reached out to him and touched his hand. "William, what's wrong?"

"Just be cautious, my Lady Stepmother," William said. "He's none too happy with me at the moment and I don't think I've ever seen him so enraged." William bowed again and walked out of the room, leaving Lilianna wondering what could have caused this.

She entered her husband's study slowly, not knowing what she would find there. She saw Harry sitting at his desk with his hand to his lips. "Harry?" she asked softly.

He looked at his new wife, but his anger could not be quelled at the moment. "Lily," he acknowledged, using his new pet name for her, knowing it would put her more at ease, "now isn't the best of times, darling."

"I just saw William leaving," she admitted. "What happened?"

"He. . . my son. . . that boy. . ." Harry started but couldn't get the words out.

"Calm down, my love," she said gently. "Tell me what he did."

"He came to tell me that Lady Elizabeth Fitzroy is carrying his child," Harry finally got out. Liliana gasped. "He wants me to call off the wedding to the Queen of Scotland so he can marry the daughter of my bastard half-brother to save her reputation now that he's ruined it."

"Is that even an option with the wedding being only six months away?"

Harry shook his head. "It could be, but I won't risk the alliance with Scotland to placate his desires. He has to learn that as King, when he is King, his desires cannot trump the good of his subjects."

"But the girl, this Lady Elizabeth," Liliana said, "does she deserve to suffer because of his thoughtlessness?"

"No," Harry admitted. "I don't want that to happen, but she had to know it was a possibility when she relinquished her virtue to the Prince of Wales, whose betrothal has never been a secret."

Liliana nodded. "What about finding her another husband before her pregnancy is obvious?"

Harry thought for a moment. "That might work. It would have to be done quickly, as I am sure she is at least two months along." Another pause. Lilianna could not help him in finding the girl a husband, as she knew so few men in England who would be able to fill that role. "Edmund Brandon," Harry said.

"Pardon?"

"My cousin, Edmund Brandon," Harry repeated. "He is unmarried, but of royal birth. He is also the second son of the late Duke of Suffolk, and untitled. Perhaps if I explain the situation and offer him a Dukedom, he will consider taking this on."

"Will you send for him then?"

"Yes, immediately," Harry said. "I will only be a few moments, then I will join you for dinner in your chambers."

Liliana nodded, then left the room. Before returning to her chambers, she stopped by the chapel to pray for her husband and her stepson, but also for Lady Elizabeth and the child who were soon to be thrown into the mess of court politics and an uncertain future.

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23 December 1557
Whitehall Palace

"Lord Edmund Brandon," the page that was stationed outside King Henry's chambers announced.

"Show him in," Harry said, the stood to greet his cousin.

The thirty-nine-year-old man entered the King's chambers with his head held high. He had been summoned to court and dropped what he was doing to answer the summons, but he had no idea why the King wanted to see him. For most of his life, Edmund had lived his life as he wanted. He had inherited a small fortune from his father but wasn't titled and was not necessarily looking for such honors. He preferred the bachelor's life away from court.

"Edmund!" Harry said, embracing the man.

Edmund bowed once he was released, "Your Majesty."

"None of that now cousin. We are alone and this is an informal meeting," Harry assured him.

"How can I be of service, your Grace?" Edmund asked.

"Down to business," Harry replied, "I can do that." He sat behind his desk, motioning for his cousin to sit as well. "I have a situation that I need help with, cousin, but this is completely informal, and you can say no if the terms do not sit well with you."

"I'm intrigued already," Edmund said, curious about this issue.

"My son, the Prince of Wales, has been. . . infatuated with a young lady and it has come to my attention that their relationship has progressed," Harry told Edmund. "She is with child, and as you know, the Prince is betrothed to the Queen of Scotland and will marry her this coming summer."

Edmund nodded. He knew where this was going already but wanted to see what Harry was offering.

"I'll be frank, Edmund. I'd like you to marry the girl to save her and the child's reputation."

"Your Majesty, I prefer the bachelor's life," Edmund said. "I don't want to be tied to a wife and child."

"I know, cousin, but hear me out," Harry replied. "It would not be without gain on your part and I'm sure that the girl would not care if you continue your life as you see fit, as long as she was cared for and provided for."

"Who is this girl?" Edmund asked.

Harry stared at him for a moment. "Lady Elizabeth Fitzroy."

"Your half-brother's daughter? As in the Duke of Richmond?" Edmund questioned.

"Indeed," Harry confirmed.

Edmund thought about the young woman. She was definitely pretty and young, at least compared to him. "What does she think of the idea?"

"I have not asked her yet," Harry admitted. "If you say no, there's no point in bringing it up with her or her father."

Edmund nodded. "What is the gain for me you spoke of?"

"I will make you the Duke of Clarence and grant you holdings that will continue your income well beyond what your father provided for you," Harry said. "You will also be given two manor houses, one being here in London, but I will not expect you at all of the court functions. You will be required to attend the Christmas celebrations and those at Easter, but other than that, what you do here at court will be of your own choosing."

Edmund thought about that offer for a few moments. Clarence would give him a substantial income, well above where he currently stood, and even with a wife and child to support, there would be more than enough to add to his luxuries.

"If the Duke of Richmond agrees, I will marry her and help you with this. . . situation, cousin," Edmund said.

Harry smiled. He'd hoped the Dukedom of Clarence would be enough to convince Edmund to take this on. "Wonderful!" We can celebrate your investiture at Christmastide and you will be presented with your letters and robes then, if that's agreeable and you don't mind staying until after the holidays."

"That suits me fine," Edmund said. "It will also give me a chance to get to know my future wife some. I assume you will want us married as soon as possible?"

"Yes, but I will have to speak with her father concerning the date," Harry told him.

Edmund nodded and then stood up. "I will take my leave of your Majesty then, until the feast."

"Of course," Harry replied. Edmund bowed to his King and left the room, leaving Harry in a more agreeable mood than he had been since William had told him about the child. He only hoped that his brother, the Duke of Richmond, would be as congenial to the solution as his cousin had been.

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25 December 1557
Whitehall Palace

English court was decorated with all of the splendor it could muster. The new Queen, Lilianna, whose name had been formally changed to Lillian to match her subjects, had been crowned the day before and all the nation was overjoyed that their King had found such a lovely young woman to sit at his side. Although the English people had loved Queen Anne, many who had met her felt as if the late Queen, Katherine of Aragon, had somehow returned to them in spirit, though Queen Lillian was not only Spanish by heritage. Regardless of her parentage, it gave them a sense of hope that they once again had a Spanish princess on the throne.

In honor of the holidays and the coronation of the new Queen, investitures were being made. The English court had seen the investment of two new Barons and an Earl, but there were no rumors floating about as to who the new Duke was, although many knew the man would become the Duke of Clarence. The waiting filled them with suspense.

The herald tapped his staff three times, saying "Lord Edmund Brandon." That was a name that caused several heads to turn. The second son of the late Duke of Suffolk and his wife, Elizabeth, the Dowager Queen of France, was a rarity at court. Few had seen him over the past decade, but he was known to be an honest man, loyal to his cousin, King Henry IX, and a generous soul when the mood struck him.

The doors opened and Edmund stepped forward, making his way to the thrones on the dais, then bowing to his King and Queen.

"Lord Edmund," Harry greeted him, allowing him to rise.

"Your Majesty," Edmund said.

His brother, the current Duke of Suffolk, Lord Charles Brandon, stepped forward and Edmund knelt before the King. His letters patent were read aloud, and his brother had the honor of putting the robes of nobility on his shoulders and the coronet on his head.

"Rise, my Lord," the King commanded, then greeted him properly. "People of the English court, I give you Lord Edmund Brandon, Duke of Clarence." The crowd applauded as their new Duke turned to greet them.

No one other than King Harry and Queen Lillian knew why Edmund had received the honor of a Dukedom, but no one could openly object to the ennoblement. That was a secret for another day.

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26 December 1557
Whitehall Palace

The King's private study was typically not filled with people. It was reserved for private meetings between his Majesty, King Henry IX, and one or two others who were involved in specific situations. However, today was not an ordinary day. In light of the fact that his son, William, Prince of Wales, had told him that his mistress, Lady Elizabeth Fitzroy, was with child, a situation had arisen that had to be settled with all haste. The King of England could not let this matter become public knowledge for the sake of the young woman, who was the daughter of his bastard brother, Lord Edward Fitzroy, Duke of Richmond. He would not have another bastard grace the royal family with its birth, nor could he endanger the alliance with Scotland by allowing the child to be known as William's.

William, Prince of Wales, stood by his father's desk, awaiting the arrival of the King. His half-uncle, Lord Edward Fitzroy was seated across from where his father would be sitting, as was Lord Edmund Brandon, the newly created Duke of Clarence. Lady Elizabeth Fitzroy was seated on the window seat behind his father's desk, along with Queen Lillian. No one said a word. No one other than Lord Edmund and the Queen knew why they had been summoned.

King Henry opened the doors to his study, and everyone stood, making the proper formal motions to acknowledge the King's presence. He looked at everyone who was assembled and bid them to sit down, which they did without question. He took his place behind his desk and pulled some parchment from his drawers. He put both hands on his desk, then looked at the gentlemen in front of him. This was not going to be easy.

"You are all probably wondering why I have summoned you here today," Harry said. Everyone nodded, except Lord Edmund. "A matter has come to my attention that involves you all, and it needs urgent attention for the sake of the parties involved and the realm." Harry looked at William with frustration. "There is no easy way to begin this, so I will just say it. My son, the Prince of Wales, has informed me that Lady Elizabeth Fitzroy is with child." Lord Edward looked sharply at his daughter but did not speak. "He says that the child is his, and I believe him. Unfortunately, this causes a problem for the realm, as William is betrothed to the Queen of Scotland and they will be married this coming summer."

Lord Edward gasped. If he heard the King correctly, he was not going to allow the couple to marry, but that would mean his daughter would be labeled a whore and his grandchild a royal bastard, just as he had been. "But your Majesty. . ." Lord Edward began to object.

"Hear me brother, for I do not mean to leave your daughter in this situation without a solution that would protect her reputation," Harry informed him. Lord Edward nodded.

"I have spoken about this with Lord Edmund Brandon, our new Duke of Clarence, who has agreed to take Lady Elizabeth as his wife and will support her and claim the child as his," Harry told them all, as Edmund nodded, showing he did agree to the match.

Edward looked at Edmund. "Your Majesty, it's not that I object to Edmund as a person, but he's a great deal older than my daughter."

"Yes, and some of the best matches are between younger women and older men, who can guide them, especially when a breach of etiquette has occurred," Harry said.

"Father," William spoke up, "I do not want to marry the Queen of Scotland. I love Lady Elizabeth."

"I would suggest you silence yourself before I disinherit you for your offences," Harry said, the anger in his voice clear. "If you had listened to me, this wouldn't have happened, and had you been mindful of God's words on the matter, you wouldn't have ever taken a woman other than your wife to your bed. You have no say in this." William held his peace but was fuming over the fact that his father disregarded his feelings.

"Edward, I know this isn't the path that you wanted for any of your children and I know how you resented the fact that you were called bastard all your life," Harry told him, "but this is a solution that keeps the alliance intact AND saves your daughter and grandchild's reputations. Will you agree to it?"

Lord Edward looked from the King to the Prince, then to his daughter, who was openly crying, but knew she had no choices here. "How could you disgrace our family like this, Elizabeth? You know how being a bastard shamed me and it was only through your mother's love for me that I over came that!" He said, furious that he had to agree to it. "I have no choice in the matter, Your Majesty. Of course, I agree to it, but it will take me some time to get a proper dowry together for her."

Harry shook his head. "She is my niece. The crown will pay her dowry price."

"Thank you, brother," Edward said. He turned to Lord Edmund. "I only ask that you treat her with respect, at least in public."

"About that," Harry interrupted his half-brother, "there will have to be some less than proper interaction between Lord Edmund and Lady Elizabeth prior to their marriage in order for this to work. I'm not talking about leud behavior, but something that indicates that they are more than betrothed, if you get my meaning Edward." Edward just nodded, still somewhat in shock that they were discussing this. "Small gestures in corners of a public room where people could see them and speculate, so that there are no hints that the child is anyone other than Edmund's will be necessary."

"Won't that be over doing it if they are to be married immediately?" asked the Queen. Her heart did not sit right with this rushed solution, but her husband was the King and had to do as he saw best.

"They won't be married immediately," Harry told her. "There needs to be time, so the public has formed their opinions of the relationship that exists between them. It's unfortunate, but necessary to keep the Scottish alliance from falling apart."

"When will they be married?" asked Lord Edward.

"I'd say around the ninth of February would be enough time for the rumors to spread and it not be a surprise that they are involved," Harry said. "Now, are we all agreed to this plan? If not, now is the time to speak." He looked at the men in front of him, who said nothing. William sighed but nodded when his father turned to him. Finally, Henry stood and looked at the two ladies in the room. Lillian nodded slowly, clearly showing her unease with it, but she knew better than to stand in the way of a King's decision of a matter of state importance.

"Lady Elizabeth?" Harry questioned.

The young girl looked at her King with tears in her eyes. "I have no choice, so why ask? My heart is broken. I love your son. But apparently your alliance is more important to you than our broken hearts. I have no choice but to go along with this plan of yours, your Majesty, but no, I am not happy about it and I hope God does not judge you too harshly for what you do here this day, choosing politics over the happiness of your son." She stood up from where she was sitting and left the room without saying another word.

Harry frowned. He hated that he had to do this, but they left him no choice in the matter. He could not risk the alliance with Scotland over the hearts of two people who had no business being intimate before they were married. Harry looked at his son, who was hurt to hear Elizabeth's words. In a little less than a month, the woman he loved would be married to another and his first-born child would never know him. William knew there would be consequences for his actions; he just didn't realize how severe they could be until now.

A/N Thank you so much for your patience! Chapter 50 is currently in the works. Happy New Year to all and Please Read and Review!