Unbreakable Bond

Hey Guys! So this is a one shot that popped into my head, but if you guys like it I might continue it. XxxxxX

Mary Tudor walked up the steps of the scaffold, blood staining the hem of her black dress. As her body came into view, Mary felt her heart break. She fell to her knees, sobbing as she clutched her best friends hand.

Memory:

Dressed in all black, Mary knelt at the church, praying that her mother's soul would rest in Heaven forever. She heard someone kneel next to her, and knew immediately who it was. "Go away!" she yelled at her, "You have no business here" "Mary," she said softly, "I have come to apologise for my behaviour, I was wrong to treat you that way." Mary looked at the woman, her eyes filling with tears. The woman's own blue eyes shone with sorrow and pity as they embraced one another.

Mary shook the memory out of her mind, it was too painful to think about. But as she looked at the corpse she was holding another took it's place.

As the musicians played jolly music, Mary danced with one of the courtiers. She really loved Christmas Time, especially when all of her best friends were with her. He father sat upon the throne with her and Elizabeth. How Mary loved her little sister, Baby Elizabeth. How she looked like her father, with her curly red locks and pale skin. However, one striking thing about her was her eyes. Bright green, with long, thick lashes, they were exactly like her mothers. As the song ended, the court applauded and Mary sat down with her father and took the Baby Elizabeth from her mother.

Mary's sobs overcame her and she threw herself onto the headless body. After a while, two ladies arrived and announced they had come for her body. "No!" Mary sobbed at them, clutching the lifeless corpse of her stepmother, Anne. "My lady, if we do not bury her, she will rot." Mary looked at Anne's body with red puffy eyes. "Where will you bury her?" "In an arrow chest, as the King will not provide a burial." Mary was suddenly filled with rage and lashed out at the ladies. "I WILL PROVIDE A BURIAL! SEND FOR THE BLACKSMITH! I WANT A SILVER COFFIN MADE BY TOMORROW!" The ladies curtsied and hurried away, and Mary looked at Anne's head. "It will be over soon, Anne. I promise." she whispered. She took a strong needle and thread from her pocket and began to reattach Anne's head to her body. Friendship is a bond that truly is unbreakable.

I hope you liked it! At the moment, it is a one shot but if you enjoyed it, I will continue! xxxx