22nd December 1530
Anne looked down at the small bundle in her arms and smiled gently kissing her son's soft forehead. He was the very image of the king but has her dark hair. George entered the room and smiled.
"Dear sister, you look well, is my nephew well too?" George asks sitting beside Anne on the bed.
"Yes, my dear Brother, he is well. Did you send a letter king informing him, of our son's birth?" Anne asks.
"Yes, the moment he was born, I wrote a letter. The messenger left yesterday to court and returned early this morning. I expect a visit from his Majesty today or tomorrow" Anne nods and hands her maid her son, who lays him down in the cradle near Anne's bed.
"When Henry visited during the last couple of months, he spoke about having the baby and I move to court. Chambers of our own, no longer have to serve the Queen. Official mistress as well, Until I am his wife" Anne tells George, "Even titles and estates. Of course, I love all that but the Queen is very powerful. Her nephew is the emperor, her daughter the granddaughter of the great Isabelle and Ferdinand. The people love her".
"You gave the king a healthy son Anne. People will see that God approves of you to carry the Kings children, many will hopefully turn against the Spanish women and her bastard and will bend the knee to you".
" A bastard son I gave the king, I do suspect the king can just make him as his heir. England sees Little Mary as the rightful heir though, they will see my child as their Princesses threat. Why due to his gender" Anne tells him, looking towards her son's cradle. "If anything happens to him, my life will be a nightmare. Ever since father died of the sweat, the Duke of Suffolk, the Queen and many other courtiers saw me weak and powerless" before George could respond their sister Mary came rushing in.
"The king is here, George downstairs now," Mary tells him, Anne looks at Mary and points towards the cradle asking her to bring her son. Mary picks up her nephew and places him in his mother's arms, before leaving to join George downstairs to greet the king.
Anne lays her son against her chest and kisses the soft little head. Smiling as her son, snuggled up more closely against his mother. Henry entered the room, smiling at Anne as he sat on the bed beside her. He ran his fingers through Anne's curls and leaned down to kiss her, stroking the baby's soft head gently. Anne pulled back, smiling at Henry who smiled back at her.
"I hear we have a son," Henry says, running a finger down Anne's cheek.
"Yes, a healthy son. Has your famous temper I believe, fussed the whole night" Anne tells him, rubbing her son's back gently. Henry smiles and kisses her head.
"What did you expect, half Tudor half Boleyn. He soon will be stubborn like us. Have you thought of a name?".
" A few, mainly names from our family tree and at least two just at random" Anne answers handing Henry the babe who started to fuss. Anne laughs and Henry glares at her playfully.
"What are they?".
" Edward, James, Edmund, Geoffrey, William, Arthur and George. I would have picked your name but you already had a son named Henry with Elizabeth Blount" Anne answers.
"I approve of the names, you pick one".
"Maybe, George. Not just because it's my brother's name, it suits him well. Though I am sure George will be honoured to have his nephew named after him".
" I am sure he will be, once George is a month old I want you both to move to court. Chambers will be made for you near mine. If you want I can set up a household for him, at court or at his own estate" Henry asks.
"Maybe a year at court then moves to an estate early February next year" Anne answers.
Catherine of Aragon
Chapuys stood in the Queen's chambers, waiting for Catherine to return from the chapel. A loyal supporter of the Emperor of Rome and Queen Catherine, Sir William Brereton overheard a messenger from Hever telling the King his mistress had birthed a son. A healthy young boy who is a threat to Princess Mary. A bastard he may be, but his mother is a witch and could curse the rightful heir of England.
Queen Catherine entered the chambers and Chapuys bowed to her, kissing the ring upon her finger. Catherine smiled and nodded for him to rise and dismissed her Ladies. Once the doors Catherine offered him a seat by the fire.
"Your Grace, I was not expecting a visit today from you. What may I do for you?" Catherine asks Chapuys.
"Your Majesty, I bring terrible news. The king's Whore birthed a son. Young and healthy, Sir Brereton informed me in the early hours and his Majesty is at Hever now visiting the women and her bastard" Chapuys answered watching the emotions on Catherine's face.
"His grace must be pleased. He is but a bastard, my lord, no threat to Mary. The people won't accept a bastard boy over a legitimate princess".
"I could solve the problem, your majesty, I know people who respect and supports you. I could have one of the people to kill the-" Catherine cuts in standing up angry.
"You will go to Hell Chapuys if you have an innocent baby killed. No babe deserves to die, especially not Mistress Boleyns son. If the boy is hurt, I will spare you no mercy" Chapuys gets up of the chair and kneels on one knee, taking Catherine's hand and kissing it.
"Forgive me gracious Majesty, I speak out of tone".
" I forgive you but you are no longer a friend of mine," Catherine tells him and points towards the door for him to leave. Chapuys leaves and leaves Catherine. She takes her mothers crucifix out a wooden box and a small bible and reads it by the fire. Hoping to forget Chapuys suggestion.
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