Disclamer : The Tudors belongs to its rightful creators and owners.
Summary : Edward was nothing more than a miracle in Henry's eyes.
Author's note :English isn't my first language, it's French. If you spot any mistakes or weirdness, please feel free to notify me ! Also, this ficlet is dedicated to Ravenschildmoon. You had asked for another Henry and Edward story, you gave me inspiration for the third day of my challenge!
This story is part of the writing month challenge from TheWritter1996: Write a one-shot per day and share it for an entire month. For more challenge, I decided to go one different fandom per day.
Miracles
" Her Majesty is delivered of a healthy son."
He had heard those words so long ago, when Catherine gave birth to their little Henry, called back by God way too soon. He had longed to hear them over two decades. And now that he heard them, Henry wondered if it was really happening.
If it was real.
Of course, during Jane's pregnancy, he had always hoped for a son and the thought of a daughter never crossed his mind.
Yet, to hear his brother-in-law say this sentence, confirming his wildest dream, Henry wondered if he was still in reality and not in some kind of dream.
He had a son.
He finally had a son.
He finally had a legitimate son.
He had a son to whom he could pass on his father's legacy, his own legacy, a legacy his child would pass on to his own boy, along with his own, until the end of times.
The dynasty wouldn't die along with him.
His father's legacy wouldn't die with him and his work would not go to waste.
All of that thanks to his beloved Jane. Their son was a miracle, a gift of God and her, his sweet beloved Jane, was an envoy from Heaven. Nothing would happen to his son while he was alive.
He would never let anyone or anything take a son away from him ever again.
The End