Jane Seymour. -Sei felice, Enrico?- Are you happy, Henry?-
"God, please, save her. My son needs his mother as I need my Queen." Henry losted the time watching the poor and death Jane, he took her ands. They were more cold as the hands of the husband. but Jane was happy, after all. Henry loved her, what she can ask more for? That day, in the moment who her solu leaved her boody, Jane Seymour knowed that die for love was...beautiful, it was a dance that took you from the Heaven. She would be dead thirty time for henry...but him? King Henry, eighth in his name, was...sad, he feels badly. He whispered for a wife and a boy a he never thinked that won was so hard. Are you happy, Henry? your only love died for your name.