Edited 06/02/2018

Lady Jane Seymour had no idea why she was carrying baby clothes by order of the King, but Lord Brandon had placed them into her arms the second that she had walked into the King's apartment. She had found his bedchamber empty and wondered why.

And now here she was standing in the doorway watching the King holding two small babies and the queen asleep on the bed.

"Your majesty," she said in a hard voice. She knew that this scene before her was the Queen's doing. She had gotten pregnant by one of the lovers, and the King was now holding the little bastards in his arms with a look of love on his face, but this time it was not for her but the queen and the whore's babies.

"Lady Jane," said Henry not looking at her. "You can hand those over to Lady Nan then you will leave."

"But Henry..." Jane shouted at the king. Henry was starting to get very angry at his old mistress the one that he saw as was going to hurt his true love and his family.

"No, no, no not her please not her. Please, please, please not her Henry," whimpered Anne in her half sleep.

"Shh... my love goes back to sleep," Henry whispered into her ear.

"But she will kill the twins," Anne whispered back. She held out her arms out towards her babies only looking at them. Henry passed them to her, and she held them tight to her protecting them from the outside world and to Anne that meant Jane Seymour.

"I will not let anyone do anything of the sort," he knew what she meant, but he knew that no-one would try to kill the heirs while he was here but he did not trust Jane now for she was a liar and a fling in his eyes now.

"But she killed our last one," she was crying rocking her babies because they had sensed their mother's discomfort. "Shh… my babies, please stop crying for Mama please."

"Lady Seymour, leave us now," Henry turned around and looked at Jane with murderous eyes. It was he knew the death of the last baby was the stress that he had caused Anne being seeing Jane and he knew from reading Anne's diary that she hated Jane. It was only right that Jane was removed from the room. Jane had none of the beauty that she once had to him she had to go. He had earlier believed that Jane was an angel but no longer right now.

Jane turned around after putting the baby clothes down and climbed back down the steps and walked a couple of miles back to the Greenwich Palace. She was going to talk to her father about what had just happened. He would know what to do. Jane still could be Queen but to was going to harder than thought.

Back in the room, Anne had calmed a little down, and the court doctor had checked her over and the babies. All three were just fine just hungry and tried needing rest. Cromwell had gone out to found some food for everyone in the room. The doctor had then left to go back the palace praising Lady Nan for delivering the twins on her own.

"I'll just get a wet nurse for the twins," said Henry standing up from the bed thinking that the babies would be hungry.

"Henry I do not want a wet nurse. Please, can I do it? Please, can I feed my children?" Anne asked in a small voice. She knew that this was something that a high born woman did. But she had felt left out with Elizabeth. When she was born, the baby girl was removed from her arms a feed by a wet nurse. Henry, of course, had read how she felt about this and nodded his head at her. "Thank you," she whispered to him. All the males in the room apart from his majesty turned their head away when she undid the front of her nightdress. Anne handed the youngest to Nan and moved the oldest to her right breast something that she had watched the wet nurse had done. Nan helped her get it correct.

The tiny baby placed his small hands on her skin as he drank his mouth forming an o shape. Then he finished she placed him over to Nan and put him onto her left breast watching him as he drank like his older brother.

Over in the corner, Henry placed his hand on his oldest friend arm. He smiled at his wife and babies feeding. He liked that he was making it up to Anne with giving a straightforward thing.

"Brandon I need you to go back to court and arrest the whole Seymour family and place them under house arrest," he whispered to Brandon making sure that Anne or Nan hear.

"Of course your majesty," and then he bowed his head and left the room.

Henry walked back over to his wife kissing her on the forehead and lips. He looked down at his youngest child with a smile on his face. Henry stroked his wives hair then down her face and necked down to her breasts kissing her neck and right breast.

Nan had put the clothes on the oldest baby and placed him back into his mother's arms taking the youngest and putting the clothes in him.

"Henry, what are we going to call them?" Anne asked kissing his cheek as he was handed the youngest boy.

"You name them my sweet Anne," Henry kissed his son on the forehead.

"Well this one as his father's brown eyes so I will name him with a strong name that is different from his father," she thinks about it. "I name you after a great king of England," he looked into her husband's brown eyes and said. "And the name of your father's brother Arthur Tudor who was it be king if he had not been taken from this earth at a young age."

"Prince of Wales," he whispered into the tiny baby's ear as he slept. "And what about the youngest, my love? He seems to have your blue eyes, my love," kissing her cheek.

"I name you after our father who is one if not the best king that England has had," she smiled at him yawning in his father's arms. "I name you Henry Tudor."

"Prince of England and Duke of Cornwall," whispering this into his little ear.

"Elizabeth will enjoy having two baby brothers," Anne started crying again. For it had been about six months that she had seen her baby princess.

"My sweet you will see her again, but you need to sleep and rest as the doctor asked you to. You will see her very soon," Anne passed Arthur into the waiting arms of Nan.