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Chapter 2

A death like silence hung over the room. A single word had not been spoken since George's solemn announcement of the arrival of the second princess. It had probably been only a couple of minutes but to those in attendance of the King, the relatives of the woman who had just born two princesses instead of a desired son, it felt like hours. None of them had moved from their position. Thomas was standing near the window, watching the scene in front of him with a ghostly pale face. George still stood kneeling at the King's feet, his head to the ground. Henry's hand was still placed on his brother in law's shoulder but his grip on it had tightened to where he was causing George discomfort, though the inflicted would not dare show it upon his face in fear of giving the King more reason to turn his fury upon the Boleyn family. Henry's smile had long faded from his smug face and was replaced by an expressionless façade.

Minutes passed by, the silence becoming agonizing for the two men. Thomas was saying a silent prayer to Heaven, that the King would not take his anger out on him for his daughter's failure. After all, Thomas wasn't the insufferable woman that had just given the King two useless daughters instead of the desired prince, though he had fathered the miserable girl. How he wished that the King hadn't tired of his other daughter, Mary. Mary had borne a son to her late husband William Carey, who had too much of a resemblance to his silly father to pass as the King's brat. If only Mary's son could have been the King's bastard or at least looked less like her husband and could have passed for his. It would be much better to have a bastard grandson of a king than two inadequate princesses who would only serve to anger him. Thomas loved Anne, as she was the most practical and intelligent of his two daughters, but he would love very much to ring her neckat this moment. She knew very well how important it was for her to give the King a son. He could see from his son in law's face that he would not be getting his dukedom now, not when his daughter had failed him so.

George Boleyn was terrified. Not so much for himself, as for his sister. He had been looking forward to becoming an earl after his father received the dukedom he was sure to be graced with following the birth of his nephew. George had even hoped that they would name their son and heir after himself, Anne's beloved brother, and that the future King would share his name. As much would have liked the new title, he was more scared for Anne than disappointed over the lost opportunity. Though all three of the surviving Boleyn siblings were close in age, he had always been closer to Anne than Mary. Each of the siblings were a year apart in age and he had always preferred the witty company of Anne to Mary, though he loved his other sister dearly. The thought of his beloved sister facing the wrath of her husband for something he didn't think (contrary to his father's belief) was not her fault struck fear in his heart. He had always been a protective brother to Anne, though he was a year younger. If Anne's husband had been anybody else he would have defended her from her husband's wrath, but since George preferred to keep his head firmly on his neck, he was at a loss at how to spare Anne from the King's anger. So he stayed kneeling at the King's feet with his shoulder being uncomfortably gouged by his monarch's nails.

Henry didn't know which of his emotions was stronger at the moment. He was relieved that Anne wasn't dying, that she was in no way at risk to dying. The first few seconds after George's proclamation, he felt pure relief that his wife was safe from harm. Then, however, George's words replayed in his mind. "The Queen has been delivered of a daughter…A second daughter." Henry's first reaction was to kick his brother in law away from him and storm to Anne's birthing chamber and give her a piece of his mind. He had waited seven years to have her and this is how she repaid him? Not one, but two daughters! How Katherine would laugh, how all of Europe would mock him when they heard that the King's new wife, if they would even call her that, hadn't given him his prince after all he had done to have her, to get a son off of her! Henry felt rage and embarrassment. How dare she do this to her husband and lord! It was her duty to give him a son, many sons! She could give him daughters when the succession was secured. In fact, Henry would welcome pretty princesses from Anne with open arms, loving them just as much as any son, if he only had sons first! Just one son, if only she had given him a son before giving birth to the princesses! Henry moved his hand from his brother in law and began to pace his chambers, leaving George kneeling on the floor.

Henry rubbed his head. He was angry, but the fact that both his wife and daughters were healthy did not escape his notice. Twins were unusual, highly rare. Rarer still was it for both of the twins to survive, let alone be healthy. And Anne was healthy too. Women died bringing children into the world all the time, but Anne had survived birthing two babes. Surely this was a sign that God blessed their marriage by giving Anne such fertility and their new daughters such health. Daughters, not sons. If God wanted to show the English people how blessed his and Anne's marriage was, why not bless him with two sons? Or a son and a daughter even? Katherine's first pregnancy resulted in a stillborn daughter. Anne's first pregnancy didn't result in just one healthy baby, but two, though they were girls. Of course, he thought, his marriage to Katherine had never been true and lawful like his marriage to Anne. Was God testing him?

"I wish to be alone with my thoughts. You may both leave." Henry said with a wave of dismal.

"Your majesty." Thomas said with a deep bow before exiting the room.

George rose from his place on the floor and walked slowly over to the King. He looked him in the face and said with newly found courage, "Lady Shelton tells me that the younger of the princesses has your eyes, while the elder has your hair. They will be a credit to your majesty and their beauty shall rival any princess in Christendom. Your daughters will make you very proud, your majesty, I swear to you."

He gave the deepest bow he had could before walking from the room, leaving the stunned King behind.

The Queen's ladies were quietly cleaning up the birthing chamber, careful not to disturb their mistress who was lying on the great bed holding her new children in her arms. Though they could tell that she was disappointed that neither of her babies were boys, their mistress had yet to look away from the tiny bundles since the midwife had carefully placed them in her arms. They were speaking in hushed whispers, wondering how the King would react to the birth of two daughters instead of a son. The ladies that had served Katherine and who were still loyal to her, had to keep themselves from smiling at Anne's failure. The others looked at their Queen with pity, for she was sure to suffer from this misfortune. No matter their stand on the situation, none of the ladies new what to say to their Queen and hadn't spoken to her, accept to comment upon the little princesses health, as was customary.

"Do you think His Majesty will let me name them?" Anne asked to no one in particular.

The ladies, not knowing what to say, pretended not to hear their Queen pose such a question and continued their tasks.

Anne raised her voice. "I shall like to name the first born Elizabeth. The name does suit her quite well, does it not?"

When her ladies still did not answer her she cleared her throat and declared, "It is only polite to answer when being spoken to, especially by your mistress. You shall answer when your Queen speaks to you. I am the Queen. I shall be obeyed. One of you, speak!"

The ladies stood in shock, none of them speaking. Anne stared each of them down like a hawk, determined to receive the respect she deserved as Queen of England, regardless if she had not delivered a prince. They would show her the respect she deserved.

"Why won't any of you speak? I asked a simple question. I can see it in your faces, the pity. I birthed girls, beautiful baby girls, Princesses of England. I do not need your pity. You may all leave. I wish to be alone with my daughters." Anne said, in a regal voice.

Not comfortable with the idea of leaving their Queen unsupervised so shortly after giving birth, the ladies reluctantly started to leave. "Your majesty" The ladies said as they curtsied to her.

As they left for the door, Anne stopped them. "You have not showed Their Highnesses correct respect."

Anne stared at them with big black eyes. Female or not, her children were royal and deserved respect. Everyone would know this, starting with her cowardly ladies.

"Your Highnesses" they muttered, quietly with small curtseys before exiting.

"One of you, please inform the King that I wish for him to see his daughters."

A young girl, who Anne believed was trying to warm her way into her husband's bed, nodded, before responding that she would go to him.

When the last of the ladies had left the room, Anne returned her gaze back to her babies. The one propped in her left arm, the elder twin, was sleeping soundly. She was a beautiful child. Her face was still pink from birth and even though she was a twin, she was the picture of health. She had little red curls on her small head, the same shade as her father's, and the softest skin Anne had ever felt. If she opened her eyes, Anne could again see their dark beautiful dark blue color, that she was positive would darken to mirror her own dark eyes when she got older.

"My Elizabeth" Anne whispered, before turning her attention to her other daughter.

Her other daughter, in her right arm, was the smaller of the two. She was still an overall healthy babe, but a little less so than her older sister. She needed a slap on the buttocks from the midwife to make her take her first breath of life, while her sister did so on her own. This did not mean a thing to her mother, who loved her from the moment she laid eyes on her. Both of her daughters resembled Henry, but this one was the mere image of her father, down to her crystal blue eyes and the whine she gave when she seemed to notice that her mother was giving her sister attention and not herself. The only thing about her that was not purely Henry was her hair. It was red like her father's, but a dark red color. The deepest red that Anne had ever seen, and she had a full head of hair already!

"If your father will permit it, my princess, then you will be my darling little Ella." Anne said while smiling down at her.

"Mes belles filles."

Elizabeth and Ella, the Princesses of England.

I usually hate when people name AU princesses/princes names that wouldn't usually be used during this time period or even used at all, but I couldn't think of a better name for this baby and the girl that she will be once the story progresses than Ella. It fits the image that I have for her in my mind perfectly and I never thought that Anne would name her daughter Margret (I don't think it has enough flair for Anne's taste) and Eleanor doesn't fit this little girl. And even though historically Elizabeth was almost named Mary to show that she was the new heiress, I didn't want to do that. So little Princess Ella it is. (: