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𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞
July 5th 1533
Elizabeth had never hated anyone, she never needed to. She lived a nice life, for a princess. Even when she was sent away she was happy and at peace.
But now that she had returned she knew full well anyone could be brought to hate. Because she hated her brothers new wife.
Catherine of Aragon had been sent to exile, the princess was lucky she was even able to visit her once. There would be no way Henry would let her do so again.
Even if she tried. And now she had to watch as Anne Boleyn pranced around the castle.
No wonder the princess wasn't allowed to return in June, she would have never watched her brother wed the whore nor would she have stood with her being named Queen.
The whole thing was wrong and yet Elizabeth could no nothing.
All she needed to worry about now was Mary.
Her sweet niece, bastard or not she knew Mary was Her blood. And she may have stood by everything else.
Not being able to see Mary was something she wouldn't.
The girl must of felt alone, the way Elizabeth had when she first left England.
Her brother may have no love left for his daughter, But Elizabeth had all the love in the world for Mary. And she wasn't going to make sure her niece was safe.
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July 6th 1533
Elizabeth hated party's, well she never really knew how they worked.
She had spent all her life away from the English court. Just for her to return and everything to have changed.
Well there were still a few things that were the same, her brother was king. Still hoping for a son and her brothers best friend.
Charles Brandon was still here at court.
Elizabeth sighed as she got up from her seat, she couldn't stand the music or the people talking. Not today, And should a princess of England really be at these sort of things every night
As she makes her way out, she is stopped. Sighing she turns around and is met by the one person she didn't want to speak to at all.
"Elizabeth" Anne greeted her making the Tudor princess want to scoff "Your brother wishes for us to spend some time with one another"
Elizabeth nods lightly as the music got louder "Well I am tired and it's late"
"Not to late for us to catch up"
Catch up....Elizabeth really couldn't stand the women in front of her.
"Well"
Elizabeth sighs "You are six months with child, why has my brother not yet have you confined"
It was now Anne's turn to scoff as she looks at the young princess "I and my son are perfectly well"
There she went on about a son, yet again. She really just wanted to leave, before some else tried to speak to her.
Anne went to speak up once more but was cut off by someone else joining in the conversation.
"My Queen, princess" The voice spoke as Elizabeth smiled slightly as she saw who it was.
"Your grace" Elizabeth smiles as Anne looks between the two.
"Your Majesty, i was just coming to ask the princess Elizabeth to join me for a dance" The duke lied as Anne nodded, not being able to do a thing.
Charles offers his hand out to Elizabeth, Elizabeth hesitates for some reason. But eventually she takes it, allowing the duke to start walking. Her following behind.
"You didn't need to do that" Elizabeth whispers, walking by his side.
"No i didn't" He replied "But i cannot allow the princess of England to start a war with our king's wife"
"I suppose not" Elizabeth sighs as they finally leave the crowded room "Charles"
Charles stops as Elizabeth lets go of his hand and stops in the hall "Elizabeth"
"Thank you for getting me away from her"
"Your welcome, my princess"
Elizabeth smiles softly "I see why my brother likes your company, your grace"
"And I see why his majesty adores you so much"
"He does not"
"I assure you he does" Charles admits "Even when you weren't here he spoke about you"
"Then why did he not tell me about any of this, Why won't he tell me anything about Mary. Charles you know him the best, so why has he done all this"
Charles sighs taking a step closer to her "Because he wants a son"
"So he does not love Anne, is that what your saying" She questions "All this for a son"
"I think he does love her, but not for the right reasons"
She scoffs looking away "And this is exactly why i fear marriage"
"Elizabeth whoever weds you, should be lucky. Not only are you a Tudor but you are something else"
"I shall take that as a compliment, your grace" She whispers "Goodnight"
"Goodnight Elizabeth"
An- I already love Elizabeth and Charles so much, I was gonna make this a slowburn but now idk..........Also idk if i will write this but does anyone want smut
