I noticed that a lot of Tudors AU fanfiction plays with the idea of twins, usually in the form of two boys or a boy or a girl. I decided I wanted to try my own take on this but mess with it a bit. I'm basing this on history more or less so I may not be following some of the happenings in the show. This is my first fanfic ever, so any type of feedback would be great!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Tudors show as it belongs Showtime and its other respectable owners.

September 7, 1533

Henry Tudor, King of England, paced his Privy Chamber anxiously. His true and lawful wife, Queen Anne, had been in labor for hours and she had yet to deliver their son into the world. The birth of this golden child was the moment he had been waiting for, he had been waiting years for the moment where he could hold his son and heir in his arms and proclaim him to his subjects as the next ruler of their glorious kingdom. This was his (and Anne's) moment of glory. With a prince in the royal cradle, not only would he have an heir to carry the Tudor legacy, but the English people would see how God had blessed his union with his beloved Anne and would come to accept her as Queen. They would forget about his sister in law, the infertile Katherine and her sickly daughter, the Lady Mary. They would not dare to call Katherine his wife and Mary his heir apparent when there was Anne holding a healthy prince in her arms. No, Henry was sure they wouldn't dare. In moment now, he thought, he would have a son. Henry sunk down into a chair and started massaging his temples and drifted off to sleep with the image of his prince in his mind.

Henry awoke to the sound of the heavy oak door leading to his chambers being thrown open loudly, followed by the breathless running of his wife's lady in waiting.

"Your majesty!" the woman huffed out between breaths before sinking into a rushed curtsey, "The Queen has been delivered of healthy baby girl, but she continues to labor. The other child shall be born in a matter of minutes!"

A girl. Henry had no expected to have a girl off of Anne so soon, not at least until they had a two or three sons inside the royal nursery. And a son still to come, he mused. God had not only blessed his union with a prince but a princess who could replace Mary in the hearts of his subjects! Henry felt a tinge of guilt, knowing that Mary was just as much as his daughter as this new princess, legitimate or not.

"I will think of it later, now is not the time for ill thoughts. Not at the time when my son is being born!" he thought. Out loud, he said, "Very well! I shall expect to hear of my son's arrival as soon as he is here. Go attend the Queen and the Princess. Send Her Majesty my love and good wishes."

With a swift curtsey, the woman left to go attend her mistress with the birth of her child.

"Bring me Wiltshire and Rochford. I wish for them to be here when I receive the news of the birth of my son!" Henry roared to his guards.

He laughed a big hearty laugh as a smile spread over his face. Twins! Katherine had only given him one mere daughter during their twenty three long faux marriage. Now Anne was accomplishing more than Katherine ever did in a mere nine months. This was surely a sign from God that their marriage was blessed. How he longed to hold his sweetheart in his arms and praise her for giving him two children so soon. Anne, how much he loved his dark haired beauty. The long seven year wait to call her his wife had all been worth it! A son and a daughter, before they had even been wedded a year! Henry shook his head in disbelief.

"No other woman in Christendom could do it but my sweet Anne." He said as his father in law was announced to him.

"I heard the mighty wail of the Prince from outside Her Majesty's chambers as I was about to leave to see Your Majesty. George shall be here soon, as he was trying to find inquire about how the babe fairs. What a pair of lungs the boy has! He shall be a credit to Your Majesties in every way." Boleyn said, rising from his swift bow to take the King's hand in his own.

George walked slowly into the King's chambers. He bowed low, sinking to his knee. Henry walked over to him and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Dearest George, how fairs the Prince and Princess" he said with a garish smile.

"Your majesty" he said softly, still on bended knee.

"Tell George, how fairs my son? I promise not to send you to the tower if he resembles his uncle more than myself." The King teased.

George remained silent with his face lowered to the ground. Fear struck into Henry's heart. Anne! Childbirth takes the lives of women often, and Anne had not birthed one but two babes. It was rare for a woman to survive such a trying labor, but surely Anne had. She was strong; she had survived the Sweat when many men had perished. Surely she hadn't died in childbirth, nor could she even be ill. Not his Anne! God could not take her from him, not so soon!

"Anne! Please, tell me Anne is fine. She hasn't..."

"Your Majesty", George interrupted, "The Queen is fine. She is in no danger of dying of childbed fever. Your Majesty…" he began, taking a deep breath, "The Queen has been delivered of a daughter." Seeing the confusion on the King's face, he clarified "A second daughter."

I'm not so sure how that went, but please tell me if it's decent or not. A lot of people use the idea of Anne having twins, twin boys or a twin brother for Elizabeth. I gave Elizabeth a twin sister to spice stuff up. I was always curious to what Henry's reaction would be to having two daughters instead of his desired son. If this sounds interesting, tell me. Give me some helpful criticism too so I can approve on this. Thank you. (: