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June 1, 1508

Ludlow Castle

She delivered a stillborn son. Henry was looking at his small dead son, with sadness. He was 2 month months premature.

"Oh my son, I wish you had lived." Henry said, with tears in his eyes.

Katherine was not to blame. She was taking care of her self very well. Their son was just meant to come early in this life and not survive.

"I am sorry, Henry. I failed you, horribly." Katherine said.

"Katherine, I love you and we have time and we will try again, maybe next year." Henry said, with confidence in his voice.

"Are you sure?"

"I am positive."

Katherine and Henry held each other, as the ladies-in-waiting, carried the cradle, with the baby's body, away.

Hampton Court

King Henry's Bedchamber

His grandson was dead. His heir was gone, King Henry knew that losing a male child was detrimental to his family line at this crucial time. All male heirs needed to survive infancy and childhood. If the child was a girl, it would not be a total loss.

"Oh Lord, why must my family endure such hard times?" the King prayed.

As the King kneeled, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

"Boy, fetch the physician!" he cried out to his herald.

As he gave this order, he coughed up a pool of blood and collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

Richmond Palace

Princess Mary's Bedchamber

Princess Mary was staring at her betrothed's portrait. She couldn't deny that he was very handsome, but she was nervous. She was to become Queen of the Holy Roman Empire. She was to Queen over Germany and Italy. She would be the most powerful woman in all of Europe, but would Charles treat her like her father treated her late mother? Would he respect her? Would he stay faithful when she risked her life to bring his children into the world? Even if he didn't, she would be a great Queen. Her people would love and respect her until she closed her eyes in death. When God blesses her with children, boy or girl, she would love and dote on them, like her mother did her 7 children. She would not have favorites, nor would she segregate among her children. She will be a great wife, mother, but most importantly, Queen.

"Mother, I will make you proud of me, I promise." she said in her prayers, to her mother in Heaven.

Princess Elizabeth's Bedchamber

Elizabeth and Christina were sewing a shirt for Prince Henry for his 17th birthday. Elizabeth looked fondly at her sister. She was becoming a beautiful little girl. She had Chestnut-colored hair, grey eyes and looked remarkably like her late mother, Queen Elizabeth of York. She prayed to God that she would have a child like her beloved little sister one day. However, in order to have a child, she would have to be married, which she was not even close to. She had made love to Charles Brandon 4 times and felt conflicted. She knew she could not have him, but she wanted to raise a family with him, The love she had for him shined brighter than the stars in a clear night sky.

"Lord, please if I can not have this man, send me one to love me." she prayed silently, as she continued to sew.

"Princess!" her lady-in-waiting cried, as she came running in.

"What is it, Jane?" Elizabeth said, in annoyance.

"The King is gravely ill again. You must journey to Hampton Court immediately."

Hever Castle

Lady Elizabeth Boleyn was holding her newborn daughter in her arms. 21 hours of labor had paid off. Her beautiful baby girl had the darkest hair out of her children. She had ebony black hair. She would be a great beauty when she got older. Thomas, Elizabeth's husband, sat beside his wife.

"What shall we call her, darling." he asked.

Elizabeth stroked her daughter's face and said:

"Anne. Anne Boleyn."