Catherine shuddered when she heard the news of Lady Elizabeth. Somehow she had fallen down the stairs and broken her neck. the poor girl. her soul was in God's hands now.
Henry had still followed her around often. He had meant what he said about him wanting another son off of Catherine, but she had yet to conceive again. Time grew on and on and still nothing occurred. Henry still hadn't taken notice of Little Thomas' light brown hair and high cheek bones. Catherine felt little regret about what had happened between her and Thomas to create the little child. She loved the child and nothing Henry could do would change that.
Thomas was not mourning due to the fact that he was not married when the Lady had died. He returned to court in the happy mood he was always in. He was still in the Queen's chambers most of the day and no one spoke about the affair. Henry was still unsuspecting. They had both prayed that he wouldn't find out.
Thomas often came to her when Henry had left. He did not care what Catherine said, he always showed up, at her side, when she needed him the most.
"Catalina," he said one night. "Why do we continue this? You have a son and yet, we still seek each others company. Maybe we should stop."
Catherine moved her head and looked up at Thomas.
"Do you not want to? Do you not love me anymore? I will not seek you if you do not want me to, but know that I allow myself to see you because I love you."
Thomas was speechless. He had nothing else to say, but he managed to mumble an "I love you too" back to Catherine. She felt so unloved by both men in her heart. One only wanted her because he wanted children and the other probably only wanted her because she was Queen. What was she suppose to do? She walked out of bed and went to her pier deiu and prayed to the only man she could trust in this world. God. She prayed for the safety of the baby, Henry, Thomas and the People. She prayed that He would watch over them and keep their souls out of hell. Nothing would be worse.
"Thomas," she said softly as she stood up. "We have one more issue to address if you really want to leave."
"What is it, Catherine?" he asked with a expression sounding like he didn't care.
"I'm pregnant again and I know it is yours. I cannot have children with the King and you are the only other person I dare to expose myself like this to."
Thomas sat up in the bed, eyes wide and mouth agape.