Mary stared out the window down into the courtyard, a shiver running down her spine. She hadn't been back to the Tower since that fateful day in 1537 when she along with her baby sister the Princess Anne were locked away while her father enacted his Royal revenge. Henry loved the late Queen Anne, but he had destroyed her to sate his lust for Jane Seymour. Mary still remembers the joy she felt with Chapuys told her Anne would die, finally the woman who destroyed her mother would suffer.

"Mary, sister, are you feeling well?" Mary turned to look at Elizabeth standing before her almost glowing. She was only fourteen but she was never a child. Her childhood was stolen from her when their father murdered her innocent mother.

"Elizabeth, I am quite well just nervous about the coronation today." Elizabeth nodded. The two sisters hugged before Elizabeth turned to leave. Mary's mind flashed backwards as she closed her eyes, she still remembers seeing as the Queen was led to the scaffold. Her blonde hair neatly tucked under a cap, her dress was white a stark contrast to her blood as it splattered over her dead body. Mary shivered at the thought, remembering the exact moment she realized her father was a monster. He had murdered Anne, at the time Mary had been happy with her death but when Jane was executed less than two years later for doing nothing more than failing at producing a son she knew the cold truth.

"It is time sweetheart." Mary looked up at her husband, Phillip, lovingly. She had thought her chance with her completely lost after her father's failed marriage to Anne of Cleves. Mary was still amazed that wedding took place after the murders of the two former queens. It wasn't until her father had married Katherine Howard did Mary resolve herself in the knowledge that Anne Boleyn had not been the evil harlot she was painted as being by her closest advisors. She still can not believe that she helped Katherine Howard throughout her marriage to the King, and was actually saddened at her death in 1545 of childbed fever. But her little sisters Katherine and Rose were truly beautiful little girls. She had been one of the lucky ones to marry her father, she was not discarded to die a lonely death or murdered just for failing to produce a son.

"Phillip, my love, I still can hardly believe that I have fulfilled my mother's deepest desire to be Queen of England." Mary as the eldest child of the King was named his heir on his deathbed in 1547. Some say he died of a broken heart, after losing Kitty and living with the regret of having Anne put to death.

Mary paused at the grave of Jane before she continued on her journey to Westminster Abbey. Jane was buried just outside the small chapel of St Peter Ad Vincula, she was not even given the honors of burial in the church where Anne was originally buried. Mary had barely time to breathe after becoming Queen before she announced that both her mother and Anne were to be reburied in grand style within Westminster side by side. Jane she had chosen to leave where she lay. Mary had been delivered of the letters between her father and Anne during their courtship shortly before his death. She learned that Anne had not wanted to become his mistress, begging him to let her go. She had finally completely accepted Anne had been hunted by her father, Jane she learned had poisoned Henry's mind against Anne. She knew deep down that Jane only did what her family required of her, but seeing her sister in such pain at the loss of her mother only fueled the hatred Mary had for the woman and her family that destroyed Anne. In the end Jane, her brothers, Master Cromwell and at least seven others were found guilty of treason against Queen Anne causing her death though lies and conspiracy. Mary never understood why her father didn't order Anne to be reburied befitting a queen, but he never felt the need to honor her own mother either. The woman she later learned died from poisoning, not as she had once believed ordered by Anne but instead her own father. He had her mother murdered, to rid himself of the woman he once loved. He seemed to have a way of killing off those who once meant the most to him. Mary had always wondered how his daughters were allowed to live, when their mothers were all destroyed by the man who claimed to love them most dear.

Mary looked out into the crowd of courtiers, her eyes landing on Anne of Cleves who had been the lucky wife of her father. She had gotten to live, she was now in charge of the youngest daughters of the late King. Mary restored the titles of Princess to her four sisters and vowed to show them how not all marriages ended so poorly. She and Phillip had three sons and one little girl named Katherine after her mother. Mary finally let go of her anger toward Jane when she could see how it pained little Anne that her mother was left in an unmarked grave in the Tower. She had been named after Anne Boleyn, by her father to spite Jane in her failure. Jane was reburied next to the three wives of Henry in Westminster, they would be joined in 1564 by Anne of Cleves. It has been noted that the five wives of Henry VIII were buried with greater honors than the King himself, Mary had ordered his burial to be in a small church just outside of London. None of his daughters would visit his resting place during their lives, or wish to remember him for anything other than the monster he had become. Mary had made fine matches for her sisters cemented alliances with Denmark, Spain and France, but for Elizabeth she allowed her to marry who she chose. Robert Dudley and the Princess Elizabeth, Duchess of Kent, were wed when in 1553 and went on to live a very happy and peaceful life away from the court.