4 year old Roy was playing swords with his father outside in the gardens. He hit his father's wrist with his wooden sword. The man groaned playfully and fell onto the ground dramatically. He kept hitting his father playfully.

Roy thought his father was the best. He wanted to be like him.

'I can't believe I wanted to be like that bastard.' he thought as he flopped onto his bed.

Everyone was in the royal court. Catalina was standing beside 8 year old Mary and Blount was beside 5 year old Roy. 

Roy impressed his mother and father by speaking fluent Latin. Blount smiled at him. Mary eyed her half brother and corrected him. Roy frowned. Feeling disappointed in himself. "It's okay dear, everyone makes mistakes."

He groaned and covered his face with a pillow. He missed his mom. He could talk to her about his problems and she would make them better.

Roy was going to be the duke of Somerset. He was only 14 years old. He had heard a pope had suggested he and his half sister get married. Both were disgusted by this idea and so was his father.

He scrunched his nose. What the hell was wrong with people back then?

He was sick. He was dying. And nobody cared at all. He only met his little sister Elizabeth once. And she wouldn't remember him because she was so young. Mary of coarse wouldn't care. His father had no idea. His mother was already dead.

He sat up wiping his eyes he didn't even know were watering.