Henry VII and Elizabeth of York had six children: Arthur, Margaret, Henry, Elizabeth, Mary, and Edmund. Tragically, Elizabeth died at the age of three from atrophy in 1495, and Arthur died from the sweating sickness shortly after his marriage to Katherine of Aragon in 1502. However, in this story, the rest of the children are alive, and their mother is going to be giving birth to another one. Any moment now...

February 8, 1503

Queen Elizabeth had had enough. She had been in labor for three long, agonizing days. When will it end?, she thought to herself. When my Arthur was born, the pain wasn't this bad...it wasn't this bad with any of them. Oh God in Heaven, why! "Argh!," she screamed as she let out another push. Oh Lord, the Queen thought, please don't take another child of mine before it's time.

Meanwhile, Henry VII sat seated outside his beloved wife's room. He sat in his car, with a worried look upon his face. Many thought that their "king of glass" was ready to break. Indeed, he was: Henry Tudor feared for his life when he took the crown at Bosworth, and while defending it from the Yorkist pretenders Lambert Simnel and Perkin Warbeck. However, the fear he felt for his life was nothing compared to what he feared now. Nothing scared him more than the thought of losing his beloved wife.

Oh Sweet Virgin, the King thought. Blessed Mother, let it be! Let this madness stop! I don't care what she has, just let my Bess be alright. Clutching a rosary in his hands, Henry VII got on his knees to pray.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth was pushing more and more. Helping her in her bedchamber were her mother-in-law, Margaret Beaufort, and her eldest daughter, Princess Margaret. Despite the support she had from her family, Elizabeth felt alone. She needed someone besides her mother-in-law and daughter to help her through this. It doesn't matter how much she loved them, there was one person who helped her through this the first time, and she needed them to help her again: her mother, the late Queen Elizabeth Woodville.

"Argghhh! Oh no," Queen Elizabeth cried out, red in the face and all teary eyed. "Oh my God, please, please!"

"Mother," Princess Margaret gasped, clinging to her mother's hand, and putting water on her head. "Lady Grandmother can see the head, the child is almost out."

"Yes, Elizabeth, she is right."

Suddenly, the Queen opened her eyes. Though they couldn't see her, Elizabeth could. It was her: her mother.

"Mother?," Elizabeth cried out with a smile.

"Tis I," Elizabeth Woodville replied, smiling with a radiance of light illuminating around her. "Just one more push. One more push, and you can be with I and your grandmother again."

"Jacquetta?," Elizabeth replied.

"Yes my dove," cooed Elizabeth Woodville. "Grandmother Jacquetta."

Suddenly, Elizabeth gave up her fighting, and managed to push the child out. Suddenly she heard the crying. There it was: her latest child, her final child had been born.

"My Queen," Margaret Beaufort said sternly, "it is done." She wrapped the child up, and handed it to Princess Margaret, who examined the child for herself.

"Mother," she said, smiling with glee, "you've done it!"

"I have another son?," Elizabeth asked happily, still struggling with the pain.

"No, Lady Mother, thou has delivered a healthy sister."

"Oh," Elizabeth replied, looking at the ceiling. "Mother," she called. "Mother," she again cried out. "Thank you."

Thinking that she was talking to her, Margaret Beaufort grabbed her daughter-in-law's hand, and grew a proud smile.

Meanwhile, Henry VII still prayed furiously, until Princess Margaret came out to show him the news. Upon seeing his eldest daughter holding his youngest, he smiled, and made the sign of the cross. After kissing the child's head to show his approval, he rushed to see it's mother.