A/N: Alright, here is the brand new chapter. Thank you to Crockett Rocket, Robin4, Dictator Mags, Vwchick, Guest2, Guest, IWantColouredRain, Mari Wollsch, Guest, and Cyberbook for all the fantastic reviews, and I know how much you guys have been waiting for this new chapter, and I don't think you'll be disappointed. So without further ado, enjoy.

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Geoffrey smiled as he read over the first of what he intended to be many letters to his sister, Lady Mary.

She wouldn't reach her new home in Bavaria for some time, but he still wanted to at least start the letter so he could have it sent off to her as soon as possible, just so she would know she had been in his thoughts.

Harry had written him within the last week, stating he intended to write Mary as well, so that she would know that they still loved her and thought of her.

As he continued writing, Geoffrey couldn't help but think of the irony of it all; the woman whom their mother had had such a turbulent relationship with was one of the most important women in their lives.

A part of the Duke of York couldn't help but wonder if Mama had lived, would she and Mary have settled their differences?

But another part of him knew that was very unlikely; Uncle George and Aunt Mary had both said Mama had been very proud and stubborn, a match for Papa in those qualities. And he knew Mary was stubborn as well, a trait she no doubt inherited from Papa. Neither woman would be willing to yield to the other. So, it was possible that they would have still loathed each other.

Geoffrey loved his departed Mama, but he knew she was far from saintly. Even still, she had been his mother and he wished she had lived.

He knew if she had lived, Papa never would have married Jane, and Edward and Margery would have never been born.

He did love his younger brother and sister, and many would say if his wish came to pass, it would mean denying them life, he still missed his mother.

But his uncle William Stafford had once told him it was foolish to wish for things that could never be, and he should be thankful for what he had in life rather than dwell on what he did not have.

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"Anne Bryan," Ursula sighed as she stared down at her new daughter. The little one already had a small fringe of dark hair covering her tiny skull. Her eyes, which were closed at the moment, were a pale blue much like Ursula's, but sometimes children's eyes tended to darken as they grew, so only time would tell if they would remain their current color or if they would become more like her father's .

Regardless, Ursula loved her new child and despite his attempts to conceal it, she knew Francis did as well.

"She is such a beauty," Ursula murmured stroking the infant's tiny cheek.

"Just like her mother," Francis chuckled, placing his hand under Ursula's chin, and pulling her into a kiss.

"That's how we got here in the first place," the younger Lady Bryan quipped with a wry smirk, which her husband mirrored.

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"When you marry the Duke of Angouleme, will I get to go to France with you?"

Elizabeth looked up from the letter she was penning to her sister to see her cousin, Annie Stafford, looking intently at her.

"Annie," she spoke plainly. "If you are one of my ladies, of course you would go with me. Do you not want to go?"

"Oh yes," Annie nodded eagerly. "You cannot imagine how much I want to go. I just feel sad for Papa. Ever since Mama died, Papa's tried to be strong for Edward and I. And then Edward died…I just don't want Papa to be all alone."

"He won't be alone," Elizabeth took her cousin's hand and gave her a kind smile. "Remember, he's part of Harry's household now, so he still has him to look after. And the other boys too. I know it's not the same, but he'd still have family around him. And after what happened with that traitor Brereton, I cannot think of anyone more trustworthy to look after Harry."

Her words seemed to reassure Annie, for the younger girl's expression softened and she nodded again.

"You always know what to say, Elizabeth," Annie said, almost reverently.

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As Jane's pregnancy continued, she couldn't help but worry.

If this new child was a girl, would Henry be as dismissive of her as he had been of Margery when she was born?

Little Margery absolutely adored her father, seemingly oblivious to his less than focused attention on her. He didn't shower her with the same fatherly affection that he had with Elizabeth and Mary when they were little girls.

Edward was his son, just as much as Harry and Geoffrey, if not more so considering he wasn't a bastard, and yet Henry doted more upon the twins than he did Edward.

It was all so miserably unfair. Everyone might show outward deference to Edward and Margery as was their due as prince and princess, but they were not seen as the most important children of the king. No, they were both doomed to live in the shadows of their half-brothers and half-sister, the so-called Crown Prince, Duke of York, and future Duchess of Angouleme.

But Jane's older brother was far from sympathetic to the plight of his niece, nephew, and most especially his sister.

"You admire Katherine of Aragon so much, you would do well to emulate her in regard to your behavior," he stated.

"What do you mean?" Jane asked, her pale eyebrows knitting together.

"You make your feelings as clear as day," Edward snapped. "How many times have we had this conversation? You have learned nothing! You are a Queen of England, so do try to act like one! Even in all of her temper tantrums, Anne showed more sense than you have as of late. You act disappointed that the king has not had the bells rung in celebration for your new pregnancy, and you complain that he barely acknowledges Edward and Margery, but you never draw his attention to them. Instead, you make clear your childish disdain for his children by Anne, which is going to just make him all the more defensive of them and more determined to protect their interests. Their gain is your children's loss, why can't you see that?"

Jane glared at him.

"Take care how you speak to me," she said softly, only to gasp a moment later.

The blonde queen stared in shock at her brother, her cheek stinging as she pressed her hand against it.

"Take care how you conduct yourself," Edward retorted before turning and leaving.

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Things will begin heating up next chapter. In the meantime, I hope you lot enjoyed this one, and the next one will be out on Monday, June 1st. Until then, everyone. Stay safe and sane (while maintaining a healthy dose of insanity).