Hi guys! Ok I've always loved Princess Mary Charles Brandon shipping or pairings but I might do a Charles/Katherine of Aragon or Charles/Anne of Cleves (not as popular) or Charles/Anne Boleyn or Charles/Katherine Howard (not at all popular). I think you get I love Charles because Henry Cavill is HOT! Sorry, Off Topic but I've made Charles younger like a lot of people tend to do. I really adore The Tudors and The Tudor era in general.

April 1531

A 16 year old Princess Mary ran swiftly through the grand halls of her father's palace with books in hand, on her way to Margaret Pole. She disliked being late – especially because of trivial things such as this morning, when one of her ladies accidentally ruined her dress meaning she had to pick another one. She adored that dress: taffeta material, a Spanish farthingale, embroidered well and in vivacious orange she admired. The young girl wanted to wear it to the jousting matches later in the day but that dream was slashed. She was shocked His majesty would even look at her so it came as a surprise when he invited her to an event when her parents have had 'troubling marital disagreements' as Lady Pole, her governess, described them but she knew Lady Pole made everything saccharine to the point of tooth ache.

The girl was too caught up in her own thoughts to notice one of the Lady Anne's ladies-in –waiting tripped her up as an unofficial sign of dedication to her Mistress. Although, before she fell flat on her face, a pair of strong yet comforting arms caught her and she held in the musky woods and fragrant rose exuding from this man. "Princess, you should watch your step around servants of the Harlot," Charles laughed while Mary could only blush while he caressed her cheeks. The Duke of Suffolk always noted how when she blushes, the rouge pools in the apples of her cheeks perfectly.

"Have we been in the rose gardens again without His Majesty's permission, Suffolk?" Mary countered, continuing the seemingly harmless flirting. "Is it obvious? It is hard to resist when they are coming of age … like you, Princess. Have you been visiting your friend, Duke Philip of Bavaria?" he asked, with an answer already in his head. "Not yet, Your Grace but I know he is jousting later!" the Princess said enthusiastically for a second, "But my dress was ruined this morning, much to my dismay." "Well, Mary, you will look irresistible whether you wear the ugliest shade of brown or a burlap sack!" he said again with his deep laugh. Even though they could share a laugh, Charles felt common when next to Mary or her Mother as they were respected women, not the ones he used to sleep with for pleasure or novelty. "I must go, Your Grace but it was lovely of you to help me," and she gave him a hug that would usually be informal before rushing away.

"Wait, Mary!" he called out to her, "Your aunt, she never wore this dress I had made especially for her, I think you are the same size or about so. Please wear it because I know she would have wanted you to look your best." "Thank you, your Grace. You are very generous and I accept your gift with many thanks, but I must leave," she said, giving him another hug. Her hugs were starting to make him vulnerable, with her scent like an aphrodisiac to him.

When she began to quicken her steps once again, she felt like she wanted to run to Charles but she knew she would've ran much quicker if that ever occurred. Margaret always displayed her feelings & emotions outwardly, which even included disappointment, to Mary's chagrin. "Well, now that you are here we will go in to prayer, if that pleases My Lady Mary?" this made Mary grimace at her governess' sarcasm.

The joust was grand and the arena seemed full as many noblemen had left their apartments to watch. Princess Mary sat quite close to the King, considering her current situation. "Lady Mary, your dress is very attractive," said the King who was more pleasant than usual. That was not the first time that she was complimented on the dress Charles gave her but they had every reason to compliment her. The dress was a demure blue with a square cut neckline and sleeves that had very modest slashes. Soon Philip was being announced and Mary got her favour ready because she was sure of this even though no one had ever asked her for her favour. He rode in handsomely – just like she'd imagined - and said "May have your favour, Lady Matilda?" and Mary's face fell not because of an uncontrollable attraction to him but because everyone was aware of the on-going 'friendship' the lady Mary and Philip of Bavaria had so they faced Mary in shock and in sympathy . She sometimes wishes she could be bolder with her feelings towards many people like Charles and her Father.

Duke Philip was going against Charles, who very rarely lost, which meant Philip put in some practice and this came to a point he began to think he had a chance at winning. When Charles saw what happened to Mary his passion was a fire ignited as he rode to the stands, "My Lady Mary, would you do me the honour of letting me have your favour?" Mary was not the most shocked person as she obliged happily more than she would have with Philip. Her smile brought back the warmth of Charles' youth but he was only in his early thirties. As they got in their ready positions, Charles knew he was willing to face great danger to please Mary. The galloping wasn't as loud as the sound his heart beating violently while the blood coursed through his veins at a rate that was abnormal. Neither of the men were sure if the collision would be worse than the build-up but it was… Charles hit his opponent slightly under his heart if he was a few inches higher then there would have been serious damage. Lady Matilda Ninlen was the first to visit Philip of Bavaria and one of the only ones as after the match, Charles invited Mary for a walk through the gardens, which was inoffensive physically though it was all but innocent mentally.

"Thank you, Your Grace," Mary spoke very gracious. "What do you mean for, Princess Mary?" Charles questioned her with confusion in his voice. "For everything – finding me that dress and asking for my favour… a-and always being here," she said, the last part quietly but Charles still heard. "He is not worth your time. Especially if he likes girls like Matilda who need to bleach their hair and paint their faces to look like the masterpiece you already are," at this point, Charles sounded quite fatherly but his protective instinct kicked in near Mary. "You are so much like your mother and believe me not many could compete with her in her prime and she has aged well but even then she is bold and strong willed," he continued and tears brimmed Mary's eyes to hear of her mother. He held her for a while for support until she whispered "My mother must be glad to have a follower as loyal as you, Your Grace."

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