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It wasn't that long ago that he had just lost his brother. Arthur had always been his parents' golden son, which didn't bother Harry, because being the second born son gave him the freedom to just be himself without major consequences. But when Arthur left them because he had died unexpectedly, his heart sank. How many times he wished then that he had treated his brother with more respect. But it was too late and he could only address his words to God and hope that he would accept his grief.

His heart was already very hurt, melancholy was his new companion, Catherine of Aragon, who still gave his life a certain lightness, tried to give him good moments for which he was very grateful. She had become a new companion that he had come to appreciate very much. Of course he wasn't supposed to have feelings for her, but he was still young and he couldn't deny that he really did have a crush on her, to the dismay of others.

When the day came when his mother left him and died, he didn't know if he could really carry all that grief on his shoulders. They felt heavy with each more day and his father was very sad as well and lost in his grief. After all, he had lost everything that had been very important to him over the years.

Now Harry was standing there at his mother's grave, touching the stone she was lying under, his mind spinning and, like Arthur, imagining what it would be like to lie there, dead and taken from life. It had to be so unbelievably cold there. It was perhaps stupid this thought but very lively. He now said another prayer, he hoped that God would guide him through the difficult time, he could not lose his father, even if the relationship was very tense.

The feeling he had in his heart area made him feel like he was losing his ground, he was too young to lose his mother. The thought of how he lost her made it even harder. No one understood what was going on inside him, even if he could have talked about it, it was very difficult for him. The tears rolled down his cheek with every thought of his mother. He still wanted to say so much, to spend so much time with her. He missed her very much.

After some time, his grandmother came to him, she did not need to say anything to know where to find her grandson. There were only a few left of the family and the newborn child, which was very weak. They had named it Katherine, so she was the little new sister.

Harry glanced at his grandmother and wiped away his tears, but the harder he tried to hide the tears and sadness he felt, the more it crept up inside him and overwhelmed him, pulling another sob from his lips.

"I pray for my mother and my brother, do you want to pray with me?" He asked her and without saying anything she came over to him and put an arm around her grandson and then she nodded. "We pray together and then we go to your father, he needs us now more than ever." And with that Harry gave his farewell to his mother and thought of her in this prayer and hoped that God would listen to him. 

Prince Harry Tudor: "I don't know how you ever came to England knowing you might never see your mother again. I know it sounds foolish, but I'm afraid that she's... that she's cold down there."