Chapter 49. Please read and review. I do not own the Tudors. Also, I want to make Katherine a little younger, but I don't want to lose you guys or confuse you. Please let me know what I should do.
October 27, 1527
Hunsdon House
Princess Christina and Duke Lorenzo's Bedchamber
Christina had vomited, yet again. She was truly miserable. She had never been this ill before.
"Good Lord, what is wrong with me?" she asked herself.
Then she realized something. She had not had a monthly course since August. Could she be with child?
"Lady Wentworth?" Christina called for her lady-in-waiting.
A middle-aged red-haired woman walked in and curtsied.
"Your Grace?" she said.
"Are you a trained midwife?" Christina asked, resting a hand on her sick stomach.
"Yes, madam." she answered.
Christina was relieved.
"I require your services." Christina said, honestly.
Lady Wentworth was excited. She had been working for the Princess for nearly 5 years and she had wanted the young woman to become a mother.
"Yes, your Grace."
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"Well?" Christina said.
Lady Wentworth smiled
"Your Grace, you are indeed with child. You are two months along and you are due in May." she replied.
Christina smiled. She was finally going to be a mother. She had tears of joy in her eyes.
"Thank you, Lady Wentworth. You are excused." She said, happily.
Lady Wentworth bowed and left the room.
Christina sat on her and Lorenzo's bed, her hand on her stomach. Her child was growing inside her. She and Lorenzo had created her child out of love, not out of duty.
"I will be a great mother." Christina said aloud to herself.
Hampton Court
Queen Katherine's Bedchamber
Katherine was sewing one of Henry's shirts. Her daughter, Mary, was sewing with her. Katherine could not believe that her youngest child was already 11 years old. She was so beautiful. She was a combination of both her parents. Katherine hoped that Henry could find her a decent husband, if not a foreign prince. She secretly hoped that it would be an Englishman. She had to endure her eldest daughter being the Queen of Portugal and t hurt that she may never see her again, but she knew that it was a possibility.
"Mama, how is my sewing?" Mary asked her mother. She wanted to always please her parents.
"It is going well, sweetheart." Katherine said, while kissing Mary's forehead.
"His Royal Highness, Prince Henry of Wales!" the herald announced.
Katherine smiled, as her only son walked in her room. He was now 13 years old and he reminded her of her brother, Juan, who died when he was only 18 years old.
"Harry!" Mary cried, as she went to hug her older brother.
"Mary!" Harry said, as he hugged his little sister. He had always been fond of his sisters, but Mary was the best.
"Harry, how are you?" Katherine said, as she hugged her son.
"I am well, Mama. Ludlow is great, ever since Father allowed Mary to reside there with me." Harry replied to his mother.
Katherine smiled. She was glad that Harry and Mary were so close. She prayed that when they were older, they would still be as close. She also hoped to give them another brother or sister. That was her greatest wish.
