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August 25, 1510.

Greenwich Palace

Katherine's Bedchambers.

Katherine was now 4 months pregnant and her pregnancy was announced to the Court. All the Courtiers were shocked that the Queen was with child so soon after the birth of the beloved Princess Isabella. All were praying for the safe delivery of a healthy Prince. Henry paraded Isabella around the Court and now that Katherine was pregnant, he was like the teenage King, that they all remembered. He held many feasts and jousts to celebrate his wonderful family. Princess Isabella was still at Court, to the delight of many Courtiers.

"His Majesty, the King." her lady-in-waiting announced.

Henry walked into Katherine's bedroom in his nightshirt. Ever since their marriage, he and Katherine rarely slept apart. He was deeply in love with Katherine and hated being apart from her, even when she was with child. His Privy Council was pressuring him to send Princess Isabella to her own Household in the country. She, for the moment, was England's only direct heir, until Queen Katherine gave birth to a son. Henry was very mad at the thought of parting with his only child before she could even walk. When he had a son, yes he would send him to Wales. However, he was not sending his Isabella to the country right now.

"My Henry." Katherine said, as she kissed him.

"My Catalina." Henry said back.

They were inseperable.

Westhorpe Hall, Suffolk

Charles was very drunk. He was horribly depressed. His Elizabeth, his only love. was in France and was now Queen Consort of France. He was praying that she would not conceive. He had not lost all hope. but he was a man. In his bed, was a young redhead woman, who was a maid in his house.

"My Lord, will you not come back to bed?" she asked.

"Yes." he replied, as he downed another drink.

The French Court

Queen Elizabeth's Bedchambers

"Ahhhhhhh! Yes! Yes! Oui!" Louis cried, as he came inside his wife, for the 5th time that night. He got off of her and quickly fell asleep. Elizabeth took a look at her husband. He may have been 48 years old, but was handsome and he had been nothing but kind to her. His daughters were crazy about er, even though little Renee was but an infant. Maybe her marriage was not so bad. She still loved Charles Brandon, but she was now a married woman and her job was to provide France with an heir now. She could never love the King, but she could respect him. She will show nothing but kindness to him. Would love develop? Probably not.

"My darling wife, I must leave you. I have a Council meeting in an hour." Louis said. He kissed her and left.

Elizabeth didn't mind her life in France anymore. She was sure Charles would marry some noblewoman and produce his heirs. Elizabeth was looking at a future at being a very wealthy woman and the Mother to the King of France.

Castille, Spain

Princess Mary's Bedchamber

Princess Mary was now 14 years old and very much in love with her husband. He was nothing, but devoted to her. They shared a bed everynight and most importantly...Mary had missed her bleeding. She was being examined by the Royal Midwife.

"My Lady, you are with child. You are a month gone." she told the young Princess.

Mary was filled with joy and fear. She was barely 14 years old, but she depended on God to see her through her labor and delivery.

Greenwich Palace

Queen's Bedchambers

Katherine woke up with a sharp pain in her belly. She looked under her blanket and screamed in horror. She saw a massive amount of blood.

"Maria!" Katherine screamed.

Maria ran in and looked.

"My sweet Jesus! I will fetch the physician." she said.

Katherine felt more pain in her stomach and was screaming in pain, holding her small bump of a stomach.

Katherine had suffered a miscarriage. They said it was a boy. Henry was devastated. He knew that he needed a son to succeed him. However, he wanted to be a good husband to Katherine and remain patient with her. She was not even 25 years old and she could still bear children. So why should he rush her. He had his darling Isabella, to prove that his wife was fertile and could still bear England a healthy son.

"Sweetheart, we will have a son." Henry said to Katherine.

Katherine could not say anything, she was so hurt all she could do was cry.