Chapter 35
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June 1, 1520
Hampton Court
Henry was walking with Elizabeth Blount in the gardens. She was 5 months pregnant with his child. He and Katherine had not spoken since the announcement had been made. He allowed their children to be at Court, in order to try to cheer her up.
"Oh. Henry, I felt our son kick again." Elizabeth replied, rubbing her stomach.
"He is strong, like his papa." Henry said, placing a hand on her stomach, too.
Henry was not proud of the fact that he fathered a bastard, but Katherine had conceived after their night together, the day Christina fainted about her betrothal, but she delivered a stillborn daughter on May 10, 1519. She was now almost 35 years old and he was losing hope in having another child, let alone a son, with his wife. She had 8 pregnancies in 11 years and only had 3 healthy children. He loved them, but 1 son wasn't enough. Harry was almost 6 years old and had not been sick at all, thank God. Isabella was 10 years old and was becoming a beautiful young woman. His Mary, his pearl of his world, was 4 years old and was very precocious. She was in Spanish and Latin already.
"Majesty, what shall we name him?" Lady Blount asked. She felt guilty betraying the Queen this way, but she loved the King.
"Edward Fitzroy. It means Son of a King." Henry replied.
Elizabeth wondered if she could make her child a Duke of York.
Katherine's Bedchamber
Katherine was very miserable. She had been pregnant 8 times and only 1 living son to show for it. She thanked God everyday for all of her children, but Henry wasn't satisfied with just Harry. She knew she was running out of time. She was 34 years old and wanted a child in her empty womb. Elizabeth was carrying her husband's bastard. She could still conceive, but since Henry would prefer his mistresses, she could never prove that to him. She had been married to Henry almost 13 years and she was basically forsaken. He was only seen with her for appearances only. Elizabeth Blount was like his wife in all, but name and title. If she gave him a son, Katherine knew she would be forgotten. She did not want to lose Henry, he was her life.
"Princess Mary is here to see you." Maria said.
Katherine smiled. Her youngest daughter was the center of her world.
"Mama!" Mary screamed, running into her mother's arms.
"Mary, my sweet daughter." Katherine said, hugging Mary.
Her children were her only happiness now, since her husband had forsaken her. She had long accepted the fact that God only wanted her to have her 3 little angels.
Westhorpe Hall, Suffolk.
Elizabeth was now 28 years old and was the mother of 4 children. Catherine was almost 5 years old, Charles was 3 years old, Edmund was 2 years old and now she had just given birth to her 4th baby, a daughter she named Caroline. She had auburn hair, like her mother. Elizabeth smiled at her daughter.
"She is beautiful." Charles said, kissing Elizabeth.
"Thank you, sweetheart." Elizabeth said.
Charles had been closer to Elizabeth, when she almost died from the sweating sickness in March 1519. He had been home since.
"I love you, Elizabeth." Charles said.
"I love you, too Charles." Elizabeth said, affectionately.
"After you are better, Henry wants you back at Court." Charles said.
Elizabeth smiled. Finally, she was forgiven.