The Last York Prince [AU]

Princess Mary Rose [The Tudors]

(A/N: I don't know how I came up with this. One day, I just started writing for Mary Rose's arc and boom, this happened. Also, in the Tudor they used Margaret, but I'll correct it.

Also also, there will be scene jumps. All of these are random ideas I have.

The Tudor – Mary Rose Tudor's arc. This is one of the ideas I had and it also involves Henri Plantagenet x Anne Boleyn [technically, she'd be 10 years older than him], but he ended up marrying his cousin Mary)

"I'm surprised my brother has chosen a man without noble blood..., to represent him. I'm surprised he had set Richard aside. He would've been a better suggestion than you", said Mary.

Then, one of her ladies interfered. "Madam, your brother, the Duke of Gloucester is here", she said.

Mary spun around to see Richard holding up a bouquet of colourful roses, no doubt from his ever-beautiful garden in Gloucester. Leaving Charles behind, she ran off to greet her brother with a smile, a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Charles was jealous of Richard, due to the attention Mary harboured him. Charles could never fight Richard, in both the king and Mary's affections. Even if he challenged the duke, Richard held most of the affinity in court, up north and the Vikings since his wife is sister to the current Swedish king.

"Richard! I miss you!", said Mary.

"And I miss you, dearest little sister", said Richard.

"Well, I'm not little anymore", said Mary, peering from the corner of her eyes to see Charles still hidden in the bushes.

"What does Brandon want from you?", asked Richard, noticing Charles.

"He is to escort me to Portugal", said Mary.

"Portugal? For what?", asked Richard. Mary sighed, apparently, he had been set aside in this matter.

"Henry has made arrangements that I shall be the next Queen of Portugal and Brandon is to escort me", said Mary.

"Why haven't I been told about this?", asked Richard.

"Perhaps our dearest brother fears you might disagree and we both know..., he can't afford to do that", said Mary, taking Richard's arm and began to take a walk with him.

"But..., the Portugese king is old", said Richard.

"That's what I've been trying to tell him, but no matter what, should the king dies, which I hope very soon, I can choose my next husband and he must agree", said Mary.

"We both know that Henry is not one to keep promises, especially one that doesn't benefit him in any way", said Richard.

"Enough talking about this. How are my nephews and nieces? Where are they anyway?", asked Mary, diverting the subjects.

"Right there", Richard pointing out to Freja walking towards them with the children.

"Your sons look fine and mighty. I'm surprised you haven't found suitors yet", said Mary.

"Like Henry will ever consent to it..., not until he has a son of his own to secure the throne", said Richard.

"Even if he doesn't have a boy, he still has Mary and I could still bore the future King of England. Your sons or you yourself could inherit it as well", said Mary.

"Over your father's dead body that my sons or myself will ever wear the crown", said Richard.

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