Can't Pretend // TSP

chapter one

P A R T    O N E
The Boy King
Isabella awoke to a sudden scream. It was gut wrenching. Following the sound outside of her room she found herself crying over a young boy. This Isabella was older. She wore a Crown and looked very tired. Harry was behind her. He wore a crown too. Expect he looked defeated from the death. Children ran behind him. Two girls kept the other kids back as blood filled around the room. Isabella the elder cried and Harry held her.

"Not my boy!" She yelled

It's when Isabella woke up she realised it was a dream. But she had seen Harry and herself. Where had she been. It looked like Westminster Palace but something had felt eerie about that place. About that dream.

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1st of January, 1508
"Happy New Year!" Harry kissed Ella on the cheek

"Thank you, Prince Henry." Ella smiled and walked off

"Thank you Prince Henry?" Harry grabbed her and spun her to face him. He looked hurt.

"Yes, my Prince." She fake smiled and tried to leave

"We are alone." Harry looked confused

"I do not wish to keep you busy." She smiled softly

"You are acting like we are... my brother." Harry huffed

"Please just pardon my manners than." She left him

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The whole day Harry wondered why Ella felt the need to act so serious.

"Eleanor?" Harry looked at his twin

"Yes dearest brother" They were in Eleanor's room as she was doing her hair. Harry placed down his book.

"Haven't you noticed Ella's changed?" He asked

"She seems the same Ella to me. Could be Catherine's arrival and the wedding." Eleanor offered

"No. I think she dislikes me." Harry said

"Dislikes you? She loves you, you dumb boy." Eleanor sighed and grabbed his arm, "just don't hurt her."

"I would never." He protested.

"Sure you wouldn't. If you truly love her then fight for her. After all, she is a Spanish princess." Eleanor smiled

Harry thought to himself the ways he could win her over. And if he did truly love her and she loved him, what was really actually holding them back from each other? Arthur? Elizabeth? Henry? Themselves?

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Harry knocked on Isabella's door that night.

"Ella?" He opened the door to see no one around.

He followed into the room and found her bathing. He didn't interrupt. She hadn't even noticed him. He watched her. He couldn't see anything other than her back and bare shoulders. How he wished to touch her.

Once Harry left she sprung around feeling someone had been watching her but no one was there.

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"Isabella. The Queen would like to speak with you." Clara told her madam.

"Of course." Isabella agreed and walked with Clara to Elizabeth's chambers.

"Your majesty." Isabella curtsied and sat after Elizabeth instructed her to.

"What is your status with my son?" Elizabeth asked

"Your son?" Isabella was shocked

"Harry? Do you care for him?" She questioned

"I care for them all. All your children." Isabella said

"Oh don't lie girl. It may be useful. You and Harry." She smiled, "news has said your sister wishes for you to be Queen. Your sister Joanna is ill. And if you are Queen of Aragon and Castile, you will be Spain. Our greatest enemy made into our greatest ally. You and Harry could wed and bring peace to both great nations."

Isabella had heard the rumours. Her sister had children but they were too little to rule yet. Isabella was the next best option at fifteen. But being Queen of Spain meant leaving her home. Leaving England. Leaving Catherine and of course leaving Harry. She had yet to tell him her true feelings of love towards him. How could she go?

"I have heard madam. But what can I do to have marriage to a boy who is no king?" Lizzie's eyes raised as Isabella explained she could never.

Ewww this is so small. But I'll try and write chapter two to he larger and better!! x