Authors Note: What if Elizabeth Tudor had survived past the age of three? According to history, the second daughter and fourth child of Henry VII and his wife, Elizabeth of York, died at the age of three of atrophy. She had been betrothed to Francis, the future King of France. If she had survived, what role would she have played in the time of Henry VIII's reign? Since history and real events tend to be blurred on the show, I will be writing in the order of the episodes on the show.

On the show, Henry inherited the throne at 18, which is close to history. However, he seems to only be about 25 when the show starts while Katherine is made to be about 10 years older at 35 instead of how she was really only 6 years older. In order to not be confused, Elizabeth will be 24, while I am making Henry 25. The first chapter will take place during the start of the second episode when Henry and his entourage go to the summit to sign the peace treaty between France and England.

Please feel free to correct me at any point in the story, in which case I will go back and try to fix my mistakes. Also, a picture of what I imagine Elizabeth to resemble is posted in my profile.

Val d'Or

English Occupied France

Elizabeth Tudor never fussed over anything that was presented to her. She never rose her voice to anyone and was understood to be the meek sibling out of the children of the late King Henry VII and his wife, Queen Elizabeth of York. Margaret, her older sister, had inherited the fiery temper of a Tudor along with her brother, while Elizabeth was quiet and tried not to draw too much attention to herself, much like her mother and namesake; but this was different. An hour after her arrival in France, with Margaret and the rest of the litter of women of the court, the youngest Tudor was expected to attend the promise of marriage between her niece, Mary, and the son of King Francis of France; a man she had once been betrothed to at birth. However, Elizabeth had almost died at the age of three and the marriage was broken. Less then a year later, four year old Elizabeth was healthy but no longer promised in marriage to Francis and had never been promised to any other man again. Now, here she was at 24, known only as Princess Elizabeth Tudor of England. But that was not the biggest issue at hand; it was the issue of knowing she would have to present Mary to her future husband, courtesy of King Henry VIII, her oldest brother.

"Whoever came up with arranged marriages can rot," Elizabeth muttered to the empty tent.

Clad in a red dress, her auburn hair in curls with a small ruby headpiece in her hair, the youngest Tudor held a scowl upon her beautiful face. She was expected to be out of the tent and over to the ceremony tent in less than five minutes. Looking to her right, Elizabeth glanced out of the open flap and saw men, women, horses, and hundreds of other tents scattered across the land. She still couldn't understand why it was so important for her and her sister to attend but Katherine of Aragon, Henry's wife and mother of Mary, had asked her to walk the girl toward a marriage that she did not accept. Elizabeth herself was not looking forward to walking Mary toward an unhappy marriage with a man's son who she had been meant to marry. Pushing the thought of her failed marriage aside, Elizabeth turned on her heel, her skirts swishing around her feet, and exited the tent.

"My lady," one of the men who had been stationed outside her tent said. He bowed to the young Princess before leading her towards the main tent.

As she walked behind the tall man, Elizabeth looked around wordlessly to the various people she walked past. Some bowed to her while others stared in astonishment of a royal walking amongst them. Elizabeth was never comfortable with the attention that had come with being royal. She didn't enjoy having someone around her all the time as to make sure she was never harmed. But, her brother insisted upon it. Henry loved Elizabeth dearly. When she had been sick, Henry had told their mother that he would protect Elizabeth until the day he died. He had kept his promise but sometimes, Elizabeth felt as if the constant protection was too much. As she finally stopped in front of the tent where the royal families of France, England, and their entourage sat, Elizabeth waved to Mary, her niece. The little girl ran to her Aunt and Elizabeth bent down to hug her. Mary was a sweet child and Elizabeth constantly doted on her.

"Aunt Elizabeth, are you really escorting me?"

Smiling at her niece's eagerness, Elizabeth stood and said, "Yes, I am. I very well couldn't let you be escorted with a stuffy old lady, could I?"

"Mama's ladies are not old or stuffy," Mary pouted.

"I'm only joking, little one."

Mary smiled before trumpets sounded, announcing that the Princess Mary and Dauphin of France were to make their entrance, Putting her hand behind Mary's back, Elizabeth stared straight ahead and began to escort Mary into the tent. The Dauphin and his escort stood to her right and as they entered the tent, a hush accompanied with the sounds of cooing sounded throughout. Elizabeth bit her lip and glanced over to Queen Katherine and Queen Claude. Both woman had somber expressions on their faces, but Elizabeth knew that Katherine was not pleased at the match Henry had made. Giving her sister-in-law a small smile, Elizabeth looked to her left and saw Charles Brandon, William Compton, and Anthony Knivert standing a few feet away from her brother. All three were standing with identical smirks on their faces and finally Elizabeth turned to look at her brother. The King of England was dressed in his finest and apart from the beard he was growing, Henry otherwise looked presentable.

"To the left, Mary," Elizabeth whispered.

Her niece nodded wordlessly and let her beloved Aunt lead her to the left side of the table. As she helped Mary up the small flight of stairs, Elizabeth caught sight of Cardinal Wolsey making his way in between the two Kings. He spoke a few words of introduction to the two youngsters before he stepped back, allowing the two children to finally meet. As her niece walked towards her future husband, Mary turned and grasped Elizabeth's hand.

"Mary," one of Katherine's maids hissed.

Elizabeth waved her hand at the woman and let her niece hold her hand as Mary walked up to the Dauphin. It was normal for her young niece to be nervous. As she passed Henry, Elizabeth turned to her brother and he gave her a smile, which she returned. As they stopped, the Cardinal said a few words of encouragement to the two betrothed and Mary then turned to the Dauphin and said in a small voice, "Are you the Dauphin of France?"

"Oui."

"Then I want to kiss you."

Mary then learned forward and attempted to kiss the young boy on the cheek. The audience began to laugh and murmur as Mary tried to give the Dauphin affection. He turned to his mother and called out for her. Queen Claude gave her son a small smile and before anyone could stop Mary, the Princess pushed the Dauphin over and he landed on his rear. Elizabeth covered her mouth to stop a laugh from erupting out of her throat and she turned back to Charles, William and Anthony. The three men were trying to cover up their laughter and Elizabeth turned back to her brother, hoping he might send a glare their way. Instead, Henry had a smirk on his face and didn't seem to care. Her brother had never liked the King of France.

"Mary," Henry retorted.

The Princess looked down at her father before Henry gave his daughter a small smile. Elizabeth shook her head before she caught the eye of Katherine. The Queen's lips had formed into a small smile.

The ceremony soon ended and people spread out over the field to partake in the activities. Elizabeth was allowed to walk amongst the people and she had talked to a few women she knew from the court before making her way over to the fountain of wine. The Princess was in awe at how grand the Palace of Illusions was but Henry had ruined her excitement by telling her it was only painted canvas. Grabbing a goblet from a man to her left, Elizabeth picked up her skirts and quickly walked to the flowing wine. Sticking her goblet underneath the wine, Elizabeth waited until it was half full before bringing it to her lips and drinking deeply.

"Quite a display this is, my Lady."

Elizabeth smiled into her goblet, as she was flanked on her left and right side by Charles Brandon and William Compton. The other man in their threesome, Anthony Knivert, was suspiciously missing. Her brother was making his rounds with Thomas More so she knew Anthony was not with Henry. As the two men at her side stuck their goblets under the flowing wine, Charles learned closer to her ear and said, "How are you enjoying the festival?"

"It's wonderful. Wine, food, jousting, and women. All of Henry's favorite things" Elizabeth said, putting a smile on her face.

"I'm enjoying myself," William chimed in, draining his wine in one gulp.

"Of course you are. You're a man."

"Touché, Princess. But I have got to get myself one of these," William replied.

The Princess put her goblet back to her lips and took a small sip before she decided to drink it all. William shared a knowing glance with Charles as they both watched Henry's youngest sister drain the rest of her wine. A small river of wine had fallen down her chin and Elizabeth reached up to wipe it away, as Henry passed by with Thomas More at his side. The sight of his sister drinking wine and being alone with two men was enough to make his head pound; the sight of her with his womanizer friends was even worse. Excusing himself from Thomas, Henry turned and grabbed Elizabeth by the upper arm and led her away from Charles and William. The two men watched as the King and Princess quickly walked towards Elizabeth's tent. Thomas More followed a distance behind.

"What's wrong," Elizabeth asked.

Whirling his sister around, Henry said, "You were cavorting with Brandon and Compton."

"We were having a friendly goblet of wine. What are you so worried about?"

"I'm worried about others taking in the sight of the Princess of England engaging in social drinking out in the open with two men."

"Women everywhere are doing worse things than I, your Majesty."

"That may be true but they are not royalty of England and heir's to the crown."

"I am no longer the heir to any crown thanks to the sickness," Elizabeth muttered.

"What was that," Henry said.

"Nothing. Now if you will excuse me, Your Majesty," Elizabeth hissed, throwing the tent's curtain open and leaving Henry alone.

The King looked up at the sky and closed his eyes as Thomas More approached. Henry looked to his old friend and said, "I'm just trying to protect her dignity, Thomas."

More nodded and gave Henry a small smile. "I'm sure the Princess will calm herself before the festivities tonight."

"I don't care if she does not come to the festivities tonight but all the court has to be there for the feast and she will not miss it."

An hour after Henry's fight with Elizabeth, he was sitting alongside King Francis as the feast set out to begin. All the men and women of the French and English court had arrived and were seated or standing, talking loudly. Tapping his fingers on the throne, Henry keep stealing glances over to his older sister Margaret and the empty chair that was beside her. For her part, Margaret kept glancing towards the opening of the tent, hoping her sister would arrive before the feast and presentation of gifts happened. However, the youngest Tudor never walked through the opening of the tent and as trumpets sounded, announcing that the feast was about to begin, Margaret bit her tongue before glancing up at Henry. He did not look happy. Katherine noticed the change in her husband and said, "Is everything alright?"

"Elizabeth is not here."

Katherine turned her head towards where Elizabeth's empty seat was and frowned. Turning back to her husband, she grasped his hand and said, "I'm sure she's fine."

Henry gave his wife a short smile before turning back to the opening of the tent. Little did he know, his sister was outside the tent, ready to present the gift of friendship to Francis. It had not been her idea to carry the gift inside, but the man who's job it had been, had gone missing and the Princess just happened to be better suited for the job. As Elizabeth had been walking to the tent, one of her maids, Bess, had steered her towards the side of the tent and to what looked like a large meat pie. Turning to Bess, Elizabeth had asked why she had brought her here and for what. Bess had told her that she was to present the gift of friendship to Francis as Princess of England. Thinking it had been Henry's idea, Elizabeth had to oblige and now here she was. Standing in her red gown with a large pie in her hands. She could feel her headpiece slipping and the Princess sighed. The heat was bearing down on her head and it all made for a quite uncomfortable wait.

The sound of trumpets alerted her and Elizabeth watched as Francis' gift of friendship was brought into the tent. From what Elizabeth had seen, it looked like a large amount of precious jewels. As if her brother didn't have enough jewels. From inside the tent, Elizabeth heard clapping and shouts of relief flooding through the tent. Looking down at the cooked pie, Elizabeth sniffed it suspiciously. It smelled like wet bird.

"My Lady, it is your turn," Bess whispered.

Struggling with the large meat pie, Elizabeth took a few steps forward until she was standing in front of the closed drapes of the tent. Looking up towards the top of the tent, she nearly missed her brother announcing the presentation of his gift. Biting her lip in nervousness, Elizabeth watched as the tent slid open and she was led in. As she began to walk forward, Elizabeth's cheeks paled at her brother's surprised expression. Perhaps, this had not been Henry's doing. All eyes of the French and English court were upon her and as she passed Compton, Brandon, and Knivert, she could feel their eyes on her along with Margaret, who was holding her hand across her mouth. Elizabeth knew her sister all too well; Margaret was laughing.

Holding her head higher, Elizabeth walked up the small flight of stairs before stopping in front of the large table in front of Francis. Henry's face was a mixture of shock and anger. The French King had a look of amusement on his face and as she set the pie down, Elizabeth curtseyed and said, "Your Majesty."

"Princess," he replied.

Standing up right, Elizabeth turned to her brother and gave him a small nod, which he returned, curtly. She then turned and walked back down the small flight of steps and over to the vacant seat next to Margaret. Her older sister turned to her, her fair face red from laughter. Elizabeth simply smiled before glancing down the table to her brother's three friends and narrowing her eyes at Anthony Knivert raising his glass to her. However, it was not the men that caught her attention; it was a beautiful brunette that she had seen earlier at the betrothal. She was standing with another woman, who had light brown hair and must have been her sister. Both girls were dressed in the style of the French count and it looked like their father was sitting in the chair between them. Elizabeth didn't know why this woman had attracted her attention but she felt as if she knew something about her. As if the woman could read her mind, she turned towards Elizabeth and gave her a small nod. Elizabeth returned the gesture and turned back in time to see a flurry of birds come flying out of the meat pie.

Reviews are welcomed, like I said in my AN. This is just the beginning and so far, I have all of season 1 finished. I just have to make a few minor changes to some of my chapters. I also am basing the historical characters off the actors from the show and I am pretty much in that mindset. I also have made a change to one of the male characters and it will probably be evident in the next chapter.

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