FRAGMENTS OF A DYNASTY
Based on the TV Show "Tudors"

Summary: Mary silently vents her hatred for Katherine Howard and begins her transformation from the beautiful young girl to Bloody Mary.

Pairings: Henry/Katherine Howard, Henry/Anne Boleyn, Mary/Phillip of Bavaria, implied Elizabeth/Robert Dudley if you look carefully.

She parted the sea of courtiers attempting to win favour with a small growl. She did not acknowledge a single person as she marched into the gardens and began to vent silently. How dare she?

How dare she?

Katherine Howard, that little stupid naive harlot, who had no idea what she was doing. She may be Father's recent wife that did not mean she was going to be her Stepmother for the rest of her life. Knowing these Howards, little Kitty will be beheaded in a year or so. Urgh. She never thought she would hate a stepmother more than Anne Boleyn but she was wrong.

Anne had only spoken to her once and even then it was courteous and pleasant until the final moment where she rejected Anne's offer of friendship. Anne Boleyn did have intellect, style, sophistication, and the ability to know when she has gone too far and try to retreat. She was filled with ambition and cunning and only failed because the recently deceased Master Cromwell was more ambitious and cunning than that whore ever was. Katherine Howard was simply a little girl, younger than Mary, who still plays with toys, uses a simpering voice, has no intellect – Mary was beginning to suspect that she had no education at all - , and continued to alienate people without realising it.

Katherine Howard was nothing but a pale imitation of Anne Boleyn.

Katherine Howard has yet to fall pregnant! Within their first year of marriage Anne gave Father a healthy daughter! If that did not tell you something then you must be blind.

Mary sank down on the cold bench and bit her lip viciously.

She did not want to admit that Katherine's words about her lack of a maternal life had been salt to a wound.

She wished desperately that Phillip from Bavaria had married her and that she had given birth to her son and was expecting another child. Maybe a daughter this time. Instead she was still a spinster and the woman who tried to make the match was shoved aside into Anne Boleyn's childhood home. Oh it's Anne Boleyn again! She despised that name. Ever since the Great Matter that ruined her life Anne's name was following her everywhere she went. If it had not been for that whore she would have been married to either a French prince or a member of the Hapsburg family with multiple children now.

She was filled with so much anger and bitterness that she thought she was about to drown in it.

She will have to pray for redemption and forgiveness tonight.

She was distracted momentarily from her anger by the sight of her Father walking across the gardens engrossed in a conversation with a pretty redhead.

She almost does not recognise her own sister.

Aside from the red hair Elizabeth was the splitting image of her mother and there had been many times that Mary witnessed a closed conversation between just the King and his whore in the gardens. For one split second Mary hated Elizabeth more than anything. She almost regrets it but she is filled with some jealousy.

There was no doubt that her Father did love her in his own way, she was of course his pearl, but she did not fascinate him as Elizabeth did. Elizabeth was dazzling, she was beautiful, intelligent, and knew how to turn everyone's head. She was just like Anne Boleyn even at this young tender age. Not only that, but, Elizabeth was a kinswoman to Katherine Howard and therefore a favourite of the little tart.

Mary was hated and attacked in all directions by the vapid girl but Elizabeth is welcomed with open arms and jewels thrown upon her.

Mary was jealous. She would admit that.

Elizabeth was still young and could marry and have children. There was a boy besotted with her and he would marry her tomorrow if everyone gave them permission. He would likely marry her without permission he was that besotted.

It was not to say that Mary was not pretty herself. She had been known to turn a head or two even now, Phillip was evidence of that, but she had faded away. She had passed her best years without realising it and now she sat in the gardens by herself watching her Father pay attention to the Anne Boleyn look-a-like.

She lost a little bit of herself that day as a new ice cold fire in her stomach began to consume her.

It was called bitterness

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