Destiny

Rating: PG

Warning: Bad grammar, since English is not my first language...

Disclaimer: The characters belonged to themselves. No offence meant. This is pure fiction and NOT historical fact. Despite that, this fic belongs to me.

Summary: It is 1533, England has another princess, and Mary Tudor, now nothing but the King’s bastard and mistake, holds constant to her belief.

Author’s notes: Mary was the first Tudor I have ever read about. I feel certain amount of sympathy for her. This is written in Mary’s POV. Therefore, the following story may contain some really negative views about Anne Boleyn. Again, reviews are more than welcome!

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Bastard, I am now nothing but King Henry’s bastard.

That little infant, Elizabeth as they named her, is now Princess of Wales, the next heir to the throne. She will be queen, it is what everyone believes. Then, how about me?

I am only the Lady Mary. I am the King’s bastard, his mistake. He marries that woman, Anne Boleyn, and I lost everything. Once I was going to be the next monarch of England, once I was my father’s favourite, once I enjoyed their presence, once I was going to make a good marriage. Now? Nothing. I am not princess anymore, I have no hopes of marrying well, I have not seen my mother for many years, my father has turned heretic, and even my life is in danger.

All because of Anne Boleyn.

She seduced my father and cheated him into marriage. She is going to place me in her daughter’s household as a servant. I hate her. There is no one in the world that I hate more than Anne Boleyn. She and her heretic ideas and her witchcrafts.

My father has gone blood-thirsty and mad. I do not know him now, nor he I. If he still treats me as his daughter, why he sent people to force me to renounce my parents’ marriage, and recognise that I am a bastard?

When I was young, when my father still loved my mother, and when Anne Boleyn had not seduced my father, I was his most precious pearl. His little princess, the jewel of all England. He was a good King, and we believed in the true religion. People in England lived happily and peacefully. My life used to be perfect. The lives of everyone in England used to be perfect. I used to be the princess who would be Queen of England and queen consort of some other great country.

But Anne Boleyn, the witch, ruined that all.

At seventeen, I achieve nothing, not even a good marriage. It has been many years since I saw my mother. My father had been treating her very ill. My father’s heresy is tearing the country apart. Anne Boleyn’s witchcraft and poisons have destroyed my father’s goodness and conscience, my mother and I, and England, our beloved country.

I remembered that my governess, the Countess of Salisbury, told me once that I am stubborn. At that time, I pouted and denied it. Now, however, I must admit that to a certain extent, she was right. I would not give way even when forced by my father and his evil councillors, I would not give way to Anne Boleyn. I would not give up my legitimacy. No, never. Even though everyone submit to my father’s unreasonable demand, proclaim Anne Boleyn the rightful queen and Elizabeth Tudor the rightful princess, to me, those are not the truth.

I curse Anne Boleyn, though it was not what a Christian should do. I curse her again and again, days and nights. My father discarded my mother because she was unable to give him a son. I wish Anne Boleyn suffers the same fate. She could not be the Queen of England for long and certainly not the mother of a future King. Even she had a son, that child would be illegitimate in the eyes of the Church in Rome, in the eyes every true Christian in the world. I curse and pray for her downfall. She and her heresy, her witchcrafts.

God will see to that. She has to pay back some days.

I hold my belief. I am still the true princess of England. I am still the true heiress to the throne. I am never a bastard. At this, I thought, I am not only the Lady Mary. It is poor Elizabeth who is born illegitimate, not me. The titles granted to her are not rightful hers. It is only my father’s and Anne Boleyn’s mistakes and sins. In the sight of God and true Christians, I am still Princess of Wales and Princess of England. I am going to be the Queen of England. It is my rightful place in this World. It is my destiny.

The End