A Princess Kidnapped.
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"Come on Your Majesty!" Anne was pale and sweaty, the stress of delivering three children into the world had taken it's toll on her, and no one was sure whether Anne would survive the fourth birth, especially with having six pregnancies beforehand. The head had crowned 5 minutes ago, and the midwife knew that if the child was not borne soon, it would be deprived of oxygen and die. "Your Majesty! I need you to push!" Anne didn't want to, she didn't have any strength left, she wanted to sleep. "Anne, you need to push!" Her stepdaughter's quiet voice gave her some strength. Then, her motherly instinct kicked in, and she knew that this child deserved to live more than she did.
Henry could not hear a sound coming from the Queen's chambers, then suddenly, a baby's wail filled the chambers. His eldest daughter emerged, her dark hair pulled into a bun, her skin white as snow, her normally sparkling sapphire eyes, a dull teal colour. "Her Majesty has delivered of a healthy boy, your Majesty." Henry looked into his daughter's face, and knew there was something she was not telling him. "Anne is dying." Mary stated it so bluntly, that it threw Henry completely off guard. He barged into Anne's chamber's, desiring to see her at least once more.
Henry ordered all ladies, midwives and doctors to leave immediately. He approached Anne carefully, worried that any stress or sadness would harm her fragile physical state even more. He took her slender hand in his own and held it, never really wanting to let her go. "Henry?" she said weakly. He looked quickly to her, her eyes weren't open. "Where's my children?"
"Our precious Alice, sweet Rachel, darling Isabel and our new son are in the careful care of your sister and Mary."
"William."
"What sweetheart?"
"William Henry. Isn't that a perfect name?" Henry thought it over. Then he smiled.
"Yes darling, yes it is." Henry left Anne to go to his chambers after that, leaving her in the care of her physicians. However, nothing could have prepared him for the sight that met him when he entered.
Henry stared at the figure stood before him. Her gold dress was ripped, her pale face covered in muck and to Henry's horror, blood. Her red hair was knotty and tousled, and as she raised her head to look at him, her dark orbs were dull. "Elizabeth." he breathed quietly, before rushing over to pick up his precious daughter.
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