FRAGMENTS OF A DYNASTY
Summary: Edward arrives in heaven to meet his other stepmothers, his own mother, and to see the torment his father is being put through. Slightly comical.
Pairings: Henry/Katherine of Aragon/Anne/Jane/Kitty/Katherine Parr, implied Katherine Parr/Thomas Seymour, one-sided Thomas Seymour/Elizabeth, and slight Henry/Bessie Blount if you look really, really hard.
The first person he saw was his step-mother.
"You're Majesty!" he cried. He flew into her arms and held her as he let out a little sob. He suddenly felt unburdened and really just wanted to cry. "I missed you!"
"Oh I missed you too, Edward," Katherine Parr replied. She pulled away and looked at him admiringly. "You have gotten taller," she said smiling, "I have someone you must meet," she pulled him towards a table where many people were arguing. They all stopped when they saw him.
"Oh god no," his father whispered.
"Edward, I would like to introduce you to your mother, Jane Seymour," Katherine said indicating towards a beautiful ethereal blonde woman. She was everything his father said she was.
"Oh my poor little boy," Jane whispered as she embraced him.
He cried some more. So happy and pleased to finally be with his mother who he had thought about often. "I am sorry," he cried out, "I am sorry that I have taken your life and that I have sentenced Uncle Edward and Uncle Tom to death. Where are they? I wish to make amends."
"Oh sweeting," his mother cried out, "you have nothing to make amends for in my account. I did what any mother does. As for Uncle Edward he forgives you and is spending time with my father. You shall meet them all later. As for Uncle Tom though..."
His mother looked pained and reluctant to tell him what happened to cheerful Uncle Tom.
"He's in hell rotting," a dark haired woman said spitefully, "and that's the only reason why I haven't strangled him yet."
His stepmother looked distressed while the other dark haired woman and Kitty who he vaguely remembered were nodding in agreement with the first dark haired woman.
"Anne, please, don't," his mother begged. He realised that the woman who had spoken looked remarkably like Elizabeth. She was Anne Boleyn. The mother of Elizabeth and traitor to his father...but then...if she was here and Uncle Tom wasn't then it was obvious she was good and not bad... "I am sorry Edward," his mother said looking distraught, "child molesters are not allowed in heaven."
He flinched at the implication and felt a flood of dread and pain for his sister.
"Sit down dear," the other dark-haired woman said, he concluded that she must be Mary's mother; she had Mary's eyes and sounded very Spanish. "We shall introduce you to Henry Fitzroy and my Henry soon. They are your father's sons who did not live in this world for very long. Unfortunately miscarried children or stillborns are lost souls and therefore you cannot meet you seven other siblings." Everyone looked sad and his father flinched. "Your uncle and aunts on your father's side are busy but they shall join us soon enough so will your grandparents and great-grandparents. They are merely not speaking to your father just now."
"Or to each other," Kitty giggled.
"Kitty, it is not an amusing situation," Mary's mother scolded softly.
"Now then Edward," Elizabeth's mother said grinning at him. He was reminded so much of Elizabeth when she was up to something naughty. "Would you like to contribute to our discussion on how fat your father has become?"
There was a loud groan at the end of the table where his father sat.
The women giggled evilly.
Edward wondered if had just escaped a great evil by dying before marriage.
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