I do not own the Tudors or their historical figures, but I will make minor changes.

King Henry the 7th and Elizabeth of York's children all survive in this Fanfiction and their youngest daughter that was born in 1503 will be named Princess Christina to end confusion with Katherine of Aragon.

February 2, 1503

The King's Privy Chamber-

The King of England was pacing back and forth. His wife of 17 years, the Queen Elizabeth of York, was giving birth to their 7th child. He was very fortunate to have all 6 of his children survive infancy. His 10 year old daughter, Princess Elizabeth had a close case with atrophy when she was 3 years old, but she fully recovered. He adored his children. Unfortunately, he lost his son, Arthur in April of 1502. Arthur's widow, Princess Katherine of Aragon, was still at Ludlow castle waiting for a new marriage. However, The King was not interested in his Spanish daughter-in-law at the moment. "Her Royal Highness, The Princess Margaret Tudor." the herald announced. The King stopped to welcome his eldest daughter and eldest surviving child. Margaret was 13 years old, with copper colored hair, and big blue eyes. The Tudor Princesses were known for their beauty. However, the youngest princess, Mary, who was 7 years old was the most beautiful. She had long red hair and gray eyes and a darling smile. Elizabeth was a true Tudor Rose with her mother and namesake's auburn hair and hazel-brown eyes. "Your Majesty." Margaret said as she dropped in a low curtsey. "My beautiful daughter, Margaret" the king said as he approached his child and hugged her. "Father, how is my mother, the Queen? Has she been delivered of the child yet?" Margaret was betrothed to the king of Scotland and would be departing for Scotland in the summertime to become Queen. "Not yet my darling" the king replied. The Queen had been labor for 18 hours now and all were concerned for her health. "YOUR MAJESTY! THE QUEEN IS DELIVERED!" one of the queen's ladies-in-waiting, Elizabeth Boleyn, ran in screaming. "What has she delivered?" the king inquired. " A healthy, beautiful princess to the goodness of the realm." Lady Elizabeth replied. The king smiled with great pride. He had another beautiful daughter. He produced 7 children with 6 surviving now, including his 2 sons: Henry, Prince of Wales, who was almost 12 and Edmund, Duke of York and Somerset, who was now 5 years old. He walked into his wife's chambers, smiling with pride.

The Queen's Bedchamber

She had done it. She had delivered her 7th and last child. Elizabeth smiled down at her youngest daughter. She had small tufts of auburn hair, like her father. "I shall name you Princess Christina, for you are the most beautiful princess in all of Christendom" the exhausted queen replied. She was 9 days away from her 37th birthday and the efforts were taking their toll on her. She could a fever building on quickly. "His Majesty, The King" the ladies-in-waiting announced as her husband walked in.