What if Anne Boleyn went into labor when she caught Jane Seymour kissing her husband and she gave birth to quadruplets and she died in childbirth and the boys looked like Henry his youngest daughter looks like Anne? What would Henry do if Jane Seymo...
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I looked at my uncle George he kneeled before my brother
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Henry I shook my head "No! Say it isn't so Uncle George! He can't be dead!" I said crying hysterically I saw him looking at me shocked "Why did he leave us! He was a great King! He's gone now!" I said crying hysterically I looked at Elizabeth
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She looked at me "Sister I'm to go to my husbands side soon" She said to me I hugged her tightly "Lizzie please don't leave me" I said softly She hugged me softly "You'll be alright sister" She said to me I nodded my head softly I dried my tears I looked at my brothers "Majesty" I said curtsying Grandfather and uncle looked at me shocked "She's so much like Anne" They murmured I smiled at them then giggled "You know what they say like mother like daughter dearest grandfather" I said to them Henry looked at me "Sister your more like mother than you know" He said to me I smiled at him "Brother may I go with my ladies?" I asked him He nodded his head I walked out of the room I rushed in my chambers I found the love letters Father gave mother I smiled softly at them "He truly loved you mother" I said softly I saw her Boleyn necklace
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"At least I have this mother" I said softly I put it on my neck I looked into the mirror "There right I do look like her" I mumbled to myself I opened my mother's portrait necklace
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"She's so beautiful" I said softly I put it in my jewelry box then walked out of my room I saw my brother on his throne I curtsied to him "Your Majesty" I said to him "Sister you may rise" He said to me He saw my necklace "Is that mother's necklace?" He asked me "Yes Lizzie has this necklace too" I said to him He nodded "Give it to me" He demanded me "W-What?" I asked him "Give your necklace" He hissed at me I took it off my necklace and gave to him He gave it to my lady in waiting Cecily Bruyn who put it on "Their it's more beautiful on her than it is on you" He said to me I felt tears clouding my vision "THAT WAS THE ONLY THING MOTHER HAD MADE FOR ME AND YOU GAVE IT TO YOUR WHORE?! JUST BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T LIKE THAT I HAD SOMETHING SHE GAVE ME?!" I screamed at him He got off his throne and slapped me across the face I stumbled back "You better learn your place sister" He hissed at me I looked at him shocked "What have I ever done to you!" I said to him "You killed our mother!" He hissed at me I looked at him "I didn't do anything" I said to him "You are the youngest of Anne Boleyn and Henry Tudor's children you were born last you killed her" He growled at me I looked at him shocked "You are not my brother your a tyrant!" I said to him He glared at me "Henry what are you doing?" Mary asked him "Teaching Tatianna her place!" He growled at her I looked at him "IM NOT A CHILD AND I DON'T WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE ONE! IM TATIANNA ROSE TUDOR DAUGHTER OF ANNE HOPE BOLEYN AND HENRY TUDOR! MY ONLY LORD AND MASTER WE'LL BE MY HUSBAND!" I screamed at him He slapped me across the face harder He grasped Cecily's hand "Henry why is this Harlot wearing Tatianna's necklace" Mary asked him "She's not a Harlot" He growled at her I started to cry "I HATE YOU HENRY TUDOR!" I screamed at him He growled at me I ran out of the room I ran into my chambers I saw my painting of mother missing I went into Cecily's chambers and saw her painting in her room I grabbed it and put it on
