Mary Seymour : The daughter of the Daweger queen

Chapter 1

September  7th
1559

It was a windy fall morning,  not too cold but just cold enough for the people of Lavenham Suffolk to mostly stay indoors. The only people seen outdoors were either the elderly folk or small children playing in the leaves that slowly kept piling up on the streets.
Mary sat on a bench underneath an old oak tree,  said to be older than the very house it was next to. The inhabitants of the house had grown to attached to its presence and not to mention the wonderful shade it provided in the summer. It to had a meaningful place in the Parr household, apparently, the only one that didn't feel quite welcomed was Mary Seymour. Poor little Mary has left an orphan at just 7 months old. Her mother the dowager queen Katherine Parr died of childbed fever only days after little Mary's birth. Her father is more concerned to find a royal wife who had as little regard for his daughter as he did for his late wife, Katherine.  He was executed for treason on March 17th, 1549, leaving Mary in the guardianship of Catherine Brandon Duchess of Suffolk and close friend to the late Katherine Parr. 
The Duchess was very unhappy with her duty of taking care of a child that was almost treated like royalty,  so she passed little Mary's guardianship to Anne Parr.
Anne Parr, much like her late sister  Katherine was very intelligent and most of all a self-made woman that enjoyed life to its fullest, sadly she died on January 15th, 1552.
After that Mary was given to her uncle William Parr who raised her, not having any children of his own. She was very loved by him and his wife, Elizabeth Brooke a very influential woman in the English court Elizabeth found the young lady Mary pleasing.  She was a complete copy of her mother,  from manirusums to her way of speaking. The only thing that set them apart was the eyes. Kathrine's were of a hazel tint and Mary's were a deep, dark brown.
From time to time Mary wondered if she will ever be like her bright and intelligent mother that was loved and respected by the British people. But she had other more important things on her mind. Her Guardians William and Elizabeth had sent her to a family home in a village not far from London. But today was a day to celebrate,  for the Virgin queen announced a celebration for her birthday and Mary was to travel as soon as possible by the order of the queen. And the young lady Mary was in a panic. She had no clue as to why the most important woman In England would ask for her presence in court. Her thoughts were calmed down when her father Wiliam called out to her from the street. Maybe William wasn't really her father,   but that's what she saw him as. To her, a father was a man who was by your side through thick and thin and guiding you into adulthood. But lucky for her she had the kindest of a father she could ask for, one that loved and cared about her and not like her late father, Thomas who was quick to set her aside.
As Mary made her way out of the house she was greeted by her mother Elizabeth, who she loved dearly. They ran in each other's arms like they haven't seen in years. Elizabeth grabbed Mary's hand and together they walked to her father's carriage where he awaited their arrival.