I looked into the eyes of my sons and grinned. I held them close never wanting to let them go. I didn't know how women could just let their children go to be raised by someone else. I sat on my bed holding them waiting for Henry to come and see them. The youngest took my finger and started to suck on it. I just laughed and smiled.

"You look like an angel," a voice said. I looked up to see my husband, my Henry standing there dressed like the King he is.

"I am surprised your majesty given how long I was in labor," I told him as I held our sons.

"You are right. You are more beautiful than an angel," Henry said.

"Would you like to meet them," I asked him indicating our sons. He came over hesitantly as if he would break them. He sat down on the edge of my bed.

"What are their names sweetheart," Henry asked. I just handed him his eldest son who he took gently in his arms. He looked at him with love.

"I can not express the words that I wish to say," Henry said.

"Just love me and your children and I will be content," I told him. He kissed our eldest son's forehead.

"Henry Charles Tudor," Henry said as he held his eldest close to his heart.

"And what of his brother," I asked Henry.

"Edward William Tudor," Henry said with pride in his voice.

"The Princes of England," I told him mimicking the pride he just had in his voice.

"Bishop Gardner said that the baptism will take place within the week. The house for our sons is being cleaned and everyone that will be serving them personally approved by me," Henry said as his son cuddled closer to him.

"Our sweet blessed children," I said. Henry smiled.

"Will you be well sweetheart to attend the baptism," Henry asked.

"Nothing could keep me away," I told him. I felt a bit woozy whenever I tried to stand but I did not want to worry Henry.

"I do not want to make you sick my love," Henry said.

"You could only make me happier never sick," I told him. We smiled at our children. The day of the coronation I felt hot. I tried not to show my discomfort as to not distract Henry from his happiness. I watched as the French Admiral who was representing King Francis hold Henry and Mary hold Edward. They looked calm and I'm glad Henry was making peace or at least trying to with some of the Kings of Europe. I looked over briefly to Jane Seymour who stood gazing at my brother William. He seemed to notice her looks and every now and then he would give her a smile. Henry grasped my hand and held it tight as we watched our sons' baptism. The boys were quiet and did not fuss which made me smile.

"In the name of the father, son, and holy ghost I baptize thee Prince Henry IX and Prince Edward VI may god bless and keep you all the days of your life give thee abundantly his good grace through Jesus Christ our lord Amen. I now present his grace Prince Henry IX Prince of Wales and Duke of Cornwall and Prince Edward VI Duke of York and Earl of Chester. Most dear and entirely beloved sons of our lord King Henry VIII and our lady Queen Andrea," Bishop Gardner said. I thought that this moment was perfect and felt that nothing could ruin it. We were all about to leave when a crash was heard and the shattering of glass. I immediately looked over at my sons and praised god that they were not harmed. Their wails could be heard throughout the church. Mary and the Admiral were protecting the babies with their bodies while Henry was shouting.

"Guards what is it," Henry shouted. All of us in the church were looking from where the crash came from and a figure in black was seen but quickly disappeared. Almost half of the guard rushed out and the rest huddled aorund us. I went over to my children and made soothing sounds to calm them. If it was working it was working slowly. Henry was walking towards Charles who was holding what looked like a brick that had a letter tied to it. I wlaked over to try and listen to what the letter said. I put a hand on Henry's shoulder who immediately turned and when he saw who I was hugged me tight.

"Henry, you may want to have a look at this," Charles said handing Henry the note. I read over Henry's shoulder.

We promise you this King Henry. Everything you know and everything you love will be ours. Your children will die as will that wife of yours. No matter where you look you will never find us but we will find you.

Signed,

Your Enemy

Henry looked at me with worried eyes and crumpled the letter in his fist just as the guards who left to go find whoever delivered the threat.

"He just disappeared your majesty, there was no sign of him," one of the guards said.

"We will return to Whitehall. Summon every man or boy who can wield a sword I want them protecting the castle. Double the guard on the Queen. I want every person with an able body to be looking for these traitors who threaten my wife and your queen as well as our sons. Every Lord present should have his men searching every corner of England to find these traitors," Henry said as he gestured for the French Admiral and Mary to follow us with the children. The feelings of sickness I had felt were now starting to consume me as well as my fear. I became lightheaded and gripped Henry's arm tighter.

"Andrea what is wrong," Henry voice asked but it sounded so distant. I felt darkness and a fire engulfing me before everything went black.

Henry felt even more helpless than he ever had in his entire life. He was a king and yet he was close to losing everything he loved and adored besides his sons and England. He stood in the doorway to Andrea's bedchamber as he ordered people to leave so he could be alone with his wife. His sons were heavily guarded and with Charles and his wife Catherine in their rooms in the palace. As Mary passed him he took her hand and kissed it small tears escaping his eyes and rivers of tears escaping her own. She left the room leaving Henry alone with his wife. He could not believe that he had been so blind. He had seen childbed fever before and should have noticed the signs. He should never have let her go to the baptism. All these thoughts ran through his mind but he started walking towards the love of his life. Her skin was pale and somewhat ashy. He knelt beside her bed and took her hand in his. The hand seemed almost lifeless and Andrea opened her eyes but only a little, but it was enough for Henry to see the sickness that had taken over her looking back at him.

"Don't' go. You can't leave me here Andrea, please don't go. Please. Just because you have done everything you have promsied please don't leave me. You are the milk of human kindness, the light in my dark dark world. Without you no matter where I go life will be empty as a desert. A wilderness filled with lonliness and pain," Henry looked up to Andrea's window, "Please god in all of your mercy do not take her from me. My sons need their mother and I need my Queen." Henry kissed her hand as Andrea lightly gripped it. He put his hand to her forehead as the tears from his eyes were falling freely. He would not lose her, he could not lose her.

I felt the fire that had been sorching me for the past few days simmer a little as Henry spoke to me. It was in that momnet that I knew forever no matter where I was Henry would find me. It was also in that moment that I was determined to be stronger than Jane Seymour was. I would battle this sickness and see my husband again. I would give him as many children as god would allow. I would see my sons grow up to be fine young men. I fought hard over the next few days. Henry would hardly leave my bedside and would usually do his work in my bedchamber so he could always be with me. I kept my strength as best I could then one day I found myself looking at the sun rising. My eyes could barely see those beautiful rays of light but I felt stronger and the fire receeding. I took deep breaths and kept fighting as best I could but somewhere around midday I felt ymself go weak from fighting the sickness. But I did not feel the pain of death quite the opposite I felt a euphoric feeling the feelings that had been constant during the sickness were there but they were slowly receeding.

"Fetch Doctor Linacre I think the Queen is recovering," a voice I kenw to be Lady Jane Seymour called out. I heard the sound of heels and felt my body relax.