Henry rushed down the corridor, pushing several unaware servants out of his way as he made his way down to the Queen's bed chamber. The guards at the entrance bowed their heads to their sovereign as he went past and pressed against the door. The room was dimly lit, with a few candles and the flickering flames in the fire place as the only sources of light. It was stifling hot and the air was thick and stuffy. They couldn't even open a window as they had all been blocked up as part of the Queen's lying in. Anne would have had no contact with the outside world whatsoever.

The ladies were hurrying about, talking amongst themselves as they disposed of bloody towels and warmed new bed sheets. Madge Sheldon started a little when she saw her lover in the same room as herself and his wife, but she couldn't help but give him a coy smile as she curtsied before him, and Henry was tempted to give her a wink in response. But he was here for another reason. His Queen had given birth and he was here to inspect the child and his wife.

He turned to the bed and the ladies parted to let their King past, and when Nan Saville saw that the King was in the room she hurried over to her mistress and wiped the sweat soaked hair of the Queen back so that she would look more presentable. Strands stuck stubbornly to her forehead. Anne held the child in her arms, cradling the little bundle in white swaddles and humming tunes from her childhood to it like her own mother did when she and her siblings were children. She seemed unaware that her husband was in the room and felt no need to put on any airs or graces, instead she let her maternal instinct flood over her. But once Nan had swept her hair out of her face and stood back out of view she noticed the outline of a man standing at the foot of her bed and realised that her husband was watching her. The smile immediately fell from her face.

"I am so sorry, please forgive me" she begged with watering eyes.

"A daughter?" he inquired although he already knew the truth.

"It wasn't my fault, I couldn't help it. But everything will be alright, we can try again and have a son. Like you said, we are both young" she tried to reason with him. She carefully failed to mention that he had said this over three years ago when he already had one daughter and knew nothing about the miscarriage that would follow. But she didn't care that she had one daughter already, and she didn't care she had another. She loved them both dearly and was only sad that Henry could not love them like she did. She had wanted a son only to secure her marriage, but in truth she would have loved the child no matter what it was and wasn't even disappointed about her supposed 'failure'.

"Would your Majesty like to hold the princess?" Nan asked the King, noting the icy atmosphere in the room and hoped it would act as a distraction. She couldn't bare to see her mistress sad.

"I would have prefer to hold a prince" he coldly replied. He couldn't stand to look at her at this moment, never mind her failure of a daughter.

"But she is a very beautiful little princess, Majesty" Madge smiled warmly, trying to encourage the King to see the silver lining of this dark cloud that floated over his head. It seemed to work, her cheeky little smile and cute little dimples won him over and he gave a stern nod of his head. Nan took the baby from her mistress and gently passed her over to the King. He looked down at his daughter and observed her carefully. She was indeed a very pretty child with cherubic cheeks, big blue eyes, long lashes and a few sprouts of golden hair. The baby looked up at her father with innocent eyes and gurgled. What a sweet child, and she does not cry. Yes, perhaps he could grow to love her like a son one day. Providing that a brother soon followed after her.

"If your Majesty approves I was thinking of naming her Anne" his wife noted. She saw how fondly the King looked at his new daughter and dared to wonder if the sweet little child had won his favour. She was sadly mistaken though and a little shocked when the King snapped,

"No"

"Or Henriette?" she asked with an encouraging smile in hope of stroking his ego by naming the child after him.

"No!" he shouted again and the little child's arms started to flail about wildly in fright from the loud noise.

"What does your Majesty think we should name her then?" She submitted herself completely to him. This was her punishment and she would accept it. She knew she had to appease him now she was back on thin ice. He thought for a moment.

"Jane" was his simple reply and Anne's heart fell into the pits of her stomach at the sound of that name.

She thought he had gotten over her a long time ago, but she terribly mistaken. She did not realise how deep his feelings for Jane truly ran. Yes, Anne may have offered him a bit of life and fun again after his beloved's separture, but he could never rid Jane from his mind. She was always there and even the littlest thing would trigger his memory of her. He would intercept Jane's letters to Anne just to look at her handwriting and touch the paper that she had held. He flew into a great rage when he found out that she was pregnant. He did his best to not think of Francis being intimate with her but this was the ultimate proof. He tried to focus on Anne and the baby, hoping and praying that she would have a son, but he found himself thinking more of Jane and how she was doing. He often imagined what life would have been like if he was married to her instead of his wife. Looking down at his pretty new daughter, he thought that she bore more of a resemblance to Jane than she did to her mother. Thank God, Henry thought, because he couldn't bare looking at his failure of a wife a moment longer.

"Any name but that one" Anne said biting her lip, she noted that her voice quivered as she spoke. Henry's eyes seemed to light up with rage that she had dared speak against him or tell him what to do.

"You seem to think you have more authority than you do have. The baby will be named Jane. Send a message to the world that a new princess of England has been born, and her name is Jane" he announced to the nervous young servant who was hovering by the door after he had ran the length of the palace after the King. It was his job to spread the good news of the royal birth but once he had found out it was a princess he knew that the King would be furious and so waited quietly, observing and processing what he had heard in hope to be paid good money for this vital information from the Queen's enemies. He was a little shocked to discover that even members of her own family were plotting against her and backing the Lady Sheldon.

"Henry please" Anne begged, she sounded so pathetic compared her former self, whimpering like a wounded animal. Henry turned his back on her and handed the baby princess over to Madge who cooed over the little girl. He looked at her with 'come hither' eyes and Madge smiled knowing how her evening was to be filled out tonight.

"I bid you good day, Madam" he called over his shoulder to the Queen as he turned and left her room in the foulest of moods. He summoned the servant to follow and allowed the door to slam shut after him as a clear indication of his mood.

"He hates me" Anne wept and Nan ran over to her, putting her arms around her tenderly and comforting her as best as she could. But no matter what she said she knew that no words could ease her mistress's heavy heart. Madge walked over with the baby in her arms and gave her back to her cousin, and whilst she endured frosty looks from Nan, Anne's sadness was so severe that not even hatred or love could replace it.