Just an idea that popped into my head one day after watching The Other Boleyn Girl. This isn't based of the movie in any way, totally different story line and everything, but if anything is similar, it was totally unintentional. Besides Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn being married, none of the historical things in here are true. So…enjoy!

Full Summary: During the rule of King Henry VIII, a young girl named Elizabeth Swann moves to court with her father. King Henry, becoming tired with his wife, Anne Boleyn, seeks a mistress; and that mistress is Elizabeth. But shortly after her arrival, Elizabeth meets a man who has just returned from France, and that man's name is Will Turner. Can Elizabeth and Will find a way to be together, even under the watchful eye of King Henry?

I OWN NOTHING!

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Love and Deceit

Chapter 1

October, 1535

It was a beautiful day in Dorset, England. The people were bustling around in town, merchants selling their goods, peasants buying them, and children running around playing. The sounds of laughter and chatter filled the morning air.

However, on the other side of Dorset's Manor was a peaceful field. The only sound was the wind blowing through the trees and tall grass. Soon though, the silence was broken by a dog's barking. A large sheep dog came running along, barking and chasing a stick that had been thrown. His barking was shortly followed by a young woman's laughter. Soon the girl caught up to the dog and threw his stick a few more times before he had worn out and taken a resting place at her feet. She picked up the yellow skirts of her simple, yet elegant dress and dropped to her knees beside the dog.

She began to rub the dog's belly. The dog stretched out and welcomed the massage. "That's a good boy" The girl smiled down and her dog. After about another 10 minutes, the girl looked over at a small pond a little ways away from her. She stood up and walked over to it, the dog close on her heals. She plopped down next to the pond and looked at her reflection.

She was beautiful, and she knew it. For as long as she could remember, people have complimented her and admired her for her beauty. Her long hair, the color of flaxen and russet, was being held up in place with an exquisite hair pin in the shape of a lily, with a few locks of wavy hair coming down to frame her face ever so slightly. Her square shaped face with sharp features was adorned with full, luscious, pink lips and large, oval, brown eyes.

She gazed upon her own face. She was sad, and it reflected on her face. The reason why was simple. Today was the 18th anniversary of her birth. Ordinarily, this would have been a happy occasion. She would be spending it with her father; their special day together that often came only once a year. But her father was in Berkshire, visiting Court at Windsor Castle, upon King Henry's request. He had been gone for almost two weeks now, and she was expecting him back any day. Her father, Weatherby Swann, Duke of Dorset, had apparently made a large impression on the King when he first visited Court over a year ago. Ever since then, Weatherby had been invited to Court on three other occasions.

The young girl ran her fingers through the water, spoiling her likeness. She sighed and turned away, pulling her legs up to her chest. The dog moved closer to her, sensing her distressful mood. He began to lick her face, causing her to laugh. Happy with his triumph, the dog picked up his stick and brought it to her.

She was about to throw it for him when a noise caught her attention. She stood up and inclined her neck towards the direction she hear the noise. It was horses. Horses were naying and trotting quickly and loudly. And then as if God himself had granted her unspoken wish, she heard a man.

"Make way for the Duke!" He yelled. She heard the townspeople grow louder as they shuffled around to move out of the way. They cheered in greeting of the Duke and his men.

A large smiled spread across her face and she raced the dog to the manor. She ran through the large double doors in the back of the large, dark, stone mansion. Inside, she ran through the rooms and the marble flooring to get to the front foyer. She saw that the thirteen housemaids, five butlers, four cooks, and her lone governess, Margaret, were all standing around, formally greeting their superior.

The young girl moved in front of the servants to see her father. He had just walked in and was talking to the head housemaid, giving her some kind of order. The woman smiled and bowed her head slightly, then she shooed all of the servants away so they could all get back to their duties.

"Father!" She exclaimed.

"Elizabeth, my dear. How are you?"

"I'm splendid, Father. I'm so glad to see you again. I trust your visit to King Henry was well?" The girl named Elizabeth answered.

"Very well indeed. In fact, there's a certain matter I need to inform you of. It's very exciting, so why don't you go get cleaned up," he looked her up and down with distain, obviously noticing the dirt and water on her dress and face from playing in the meadow. "I've already ordered the cooks to prepare supper. We will dine at 4pm, so I'll see you then," he nodded her goodbye before walking off.

Margaret, the middle aged, plump governess, ushered Elizabeth up to her bedchamber and into the wash room. As two servants filled the large wooden tub with water, Margaret and another maid helped Elizabeth out of her troublesome dress.

When the tub was filled, Elizabeth stepped in and sank to her shoulders, enjoying the feel of the water on her skin.

"Sit up, girl! I need to wash your hair!" Margaret snapped. Elizabeth sighed and rolled her eyes, but nevertheless, did as she was told. The other maids had left, except for one, who was currently cleaning Elizabeth's feet and giving them a massage, making her bath much more enjoyable.

Elizabeth closed her eyes against the rough pulling on her hair. She heard Margaret huff and opened her eyes to turn and watch her walk over to the vanity and grab a brush before coming back to her. Margaret began brushing Elizabeth's hair roughly.

"How do you ever manage to get your hair in such a state?" She complained.

When Elizabeth's hair was free of tangles and was well washed, Margaret moved to her back as Elizabeth washed her legs, chest, and stomach. When Margaret was finished, she checked Elizabeth's arms and legs to make sure they were well cleaned.

"What is this?" Elizabeth watched as Margaret picked up her hand and examined dirt in her fingernails. "I swear, child; you best stop playing around in the dirt and act like a proper lady. Your mother; now she was a lady. A fine lady indeed. What would she think of you if she saw you now?" Margaret ranted.

This continued on as Margaret cleaned Elizabeth's nails until she was finally finished and let Elizabeth get out. Margaret and the maid left the wash room while Elizabeth dried off and went into her bedchamber to pick her dress.

When Elizabeth came out, Margaret and the other maid helped Elizabeth into her chemise. The next item of clothing to put on was the corset. When Elizabeth saw it, she whined and groaned.

"Must I wear that? 'tis only supper with my father; I doubt he'd care. I doubt he'd notice!"

"Stop you're complaining, Miss. When you're married your husband will expect you to keep up your appearance. And that means wearing a corset."

"But I don't want a husband."

"It is not a matter of what you want. It's a matter of duty. I'd think you'd know that by now."

Elizabeth relented and then together, the two servants tied Elizabeth's corset on. Elizabeth winced and then sucked breath through her teeth as they pulled it tighter and tighter. She finally let out a breath of relief when it was finally on.

Now that her least favorite part was over, she readily stepped into her green, intricately designed petticoat and then into her unadorned green gown with a low neck and slightly puffed around the top of the sleeves and elbows.

After getting dressed, she sat at a stool as Margaret brushed her hair once again and decked her head with a green gable hood. Elizabeth looked in the mirror and saw Margaret standing beside her. Margaret's hand came to move a stray hair away from Elizabeth's face.

"You certainly look the part of a proper lady when you're all good and clean." Margaret smiled triumphantly. "A very beautiful girl, to be sure."

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That evening, Elizabeth and her father sat at separate ends of the long table where they ate their meal. They were eating large bowls of stew with pieces of quail and cabbage. They had barely spoken a word to each other, and Elizabeth was eager to hear what her father had to tell her.

"Father, what was it you wanted to tell me?" She asked after swallowing a spoonful of soup and then setting the large, ladle-like spoon into the wooden bowl.

"Ah, yes. Well I've been to Court a number of times now, and His Majesty has taken a liking to me. Elizabeth, he's asked me to be one of his advisors."

Elizabeth's face fell, but she tried to cover it. "And you said yes?"

"Naturally! That's not something you turn down."

"Doesn't that mean we'll have to move to Court?"

"Of course; I certainly can't advise King Henry from here" He said matter-of-factly. "Relax; I'm sure you will love it there. His Majesty said that you will be a lady-in-waiting for his queen, Anne Boleyn. That's quite an honor."

"I suppose that would be nice. Being a lady-in-waiting does have its advantages," she thought out loud, trying to make herself feel better about it.

"We may also find you a husband. A husband in Court is quite a good match."

Elizabeth smiled and nodded. She had been betrothed since she was the age of five. She met the man once when she was 13. His name was Lucas Grey. He was a nice, respectable man, but definitely not the type of man Elizabeth would ever want as a husband. They were to be married shortly after Elizabeth turned 18, however, he succumbed to the fever and died two years ago, and her father had yet to find a new husband for her.

"You know, I hear King Henry has a young nephew in Court now. I hear he's a handsome lad as well. James Norrington, his name is. He's a very respected and trusted admiral with the East India Trading Company. Perchance if you were to impress His Highness…he may be able to arrange a marriage between the two of you."

"I'm sure you would find a very suitable husband for me, Father, maybe even Sir Norrington, but perhaps you could hold off."

"Hold off? Why on earth would I want to do that?"

"Well, I enjoy not being married now. I'm not ready to give everything up for a…husband" She spat out, as if the word were poisoned.

Aggravated, Weatherby sighed and slammed his utensil down. "Elizabeth, we have been over this! You have to understand that you must have a husband"

"Why must I?"

"To have sons! You must carry on this family's legacy."

"Even I were to have sons, they would carry on my husband's family's legacy, not ours. So why does it matter?"

"It's not just about that. Everyone knows that a man's social standing could just as well improve his position. If you were to marry James Norrington, I could get into the King's good graces. I could become his closet and most trusted adviser. Do you know what that would mean for this family?"

"Nothing! Because when you've passed on, it's all going to go away; it won't matter!"

"Our family could live a wonderful life with all the money we could ever need!"

"We already live a wonderful life. Why could anybody possibly need more?"

"I am sick and tired of hearing you fuss about this. We will move to Court and you will get married. Now go to your bedchambers, and you are not to come out until you learn to hold your tongue!"

Elizabeth felt tears well up in her eyes as she pushed herself away from the table. She sent a hurt, cold glare to her father. So cold that it could freeze fire. Then, without a word, she solemnly left the table and went to her bedchamber as she was told to do.

She began to take off her dress, and when two maids came to help her, she shooed them away and locked the latch on the large, wooden door. She had trouble getting out of her gown, and easily got out of her petticoat. But when she came to her corset, she pulled the strings in the back frantically, without luck. Finally, she stalked over to her vanity, pulled out a drawer and located a small dagger. Without giving a single care to the corset, she dragged the dagger down the length of it, until it was finally ripped open and she pulled it off, throwing it across the room.

When she was finally left in only her chemise, she went to her bed and pulled the fur covers back and lay down. She finally let the tears fall rapidly down her face, until she fell asleep.

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I really hope you liked it. I did a lot of research to find out what they wore back then and a bunch of other stuff. And if any of the historical facts in this chapter or future chapters are wrong, please forgive me. I do a lot of research, but sometimes I still might get stuff wrong. But some of the historical facts will be wrong, and I know they are wrong, but I just think they fit in the story.

I will try to update in a week. Please review.