August 5th 1515

Bête Manor, England

Anne Bête nee Boleyn POV

To know that I may be expecting my final children is hard as I want to continue bearing William's children.

The physician says if I give birth to more than triplets, I will lose the ability to have babes and possibly lose my life.

I wish to give birth and live even though it mayhap be more than three children this time.

The doctor says given how big I am, I might be pregnant with sextuplets or more.

I decide to write to Mary, George, and father and write a farewell letter to William should I die giving birth.

Dear Mary,

As this might be my final letter to you as the physician knows not if I will survive or not, I write this to tell you what is in my heart. I love you Mary and should I die, I will watch over you and I beg of you to let my children know of me so that they feel as if they remember me as George hardly remembered mother. For me, please let my children know of me.

Your sister,

Anne Bête nee Boleyn, Duchess of Florence

I let the ink dry and then fold it and stamp it and get another piece of parchment to write to George.

Dear George,

If I am not there for your wedding to Verona as the physician says I might not make it, I congratulate you on a loving marriage and any children you may have as I might not be there in person only in spirit to see the birthing of my nephews and or nieces. I pray that I survive the childbirth and get to see you married and a father but I have no idea if I will make it or not but I will try to fight as I do not want to leave you, Mary, Father, William, or my children.

Anne Bête nee Boleyn, Duchess of Florence

I finish writing the letter to George, let the ink dry, and seal it.

Dear Father,

I want to live my full life but the physician says I may not survive the childbirth and if I do, I might be infertile but it would be better than dying. I love you father and I just want you to know that while yes, I resented you for remarrying as I could not see anyone but mother as my mother. But Odette was the reason for seeing that you had to as she knew she could not be a mother figure in my eyes as I always wished for mother to come back and she only asked for my friendship and mayhap a sisterhood. I agreed and she never pressured me into seeing her as a mother figure. But I slowly came to see her as a mother figure and I feared what mother might think and berated myself for seeing her in such a way.

Your daughter,

Anne Bête, Duchess of Florence

I wait for the ink to dry, seal it and send all three letters by messenger to my family.

I am creating four more christening gowns as I do not know how many children I will give birth to.

August 7th 1515

Birthing Chambers and Anne's rooms

Midwife POV

''Push Your Grace push.'' I tell the lady of the house and I worry as she might not make it.

She pushes and pushes until the first babe is born.

''A girl my Grace.''

And then she pushes out babe after babe until she pushes the final babe and the afterbirth out.

She has given birth to four sons and three daughters more and then she passes out from the blood loss and almost dies but we save her in time.

William Bête, Duke of Florence POV

I pace back and forth as I wait for the news on my wife as she has stopped screaming ten minutes ago and I worry what that could mean as Dr. Naples said she might not survive this childbirth.

Then the midwife, Dr. Naples' wife Harriette comes out and I assault her with endless questions.

''How is Anne? How are my children? Will Anne live?''

''Your wife is fine and so are your children. And yes, Anne will live but she can no longer carry a child.''

I race to my Anne's room and upon seeing her, begin to kiss her as I know that she is safe now that she is infertile.

''The boys shall be named Raphael, Richard, Joseph, and Ezekiel.''

''The girls shall be named Scarlette, Fiona, and Ruby.''

''They are perfect names, my love.''

I leave Anne to rest as giving birth to seven children has taxed her body and left her unable to carry children.

August 13th 1515

Anne Bête nee Boleyn POV

I sing to my children to sleep and put them in their beds/cribs and cannot help but notice that Isabella and Beaumont have their Aunt Isabella's blonde hair and blue eyes and George, Verona, and Elizabeth have William's brunette hair and my grey eyes.

And Ruby, Scarlette, and Fiona have my raven black hair with their father's green eyes that he inherited from his mother.

Raphael, Richard, Joseph, and Ezekiel have their great-great grandfather's red hair but they have different colored eyes, Raphael has sapphire blue eyes, Richard has sky blue eyes, Joseph has green eyes, and Ezekiel has my grey eyes.

It is easy to tell them apart as I have put ribbons to match their eye colors around their wrists.

I kiss their foreheads and blow the candle out in the room and close the door.

August 15th 1515

William Bête, Duke of Florence POV

King George comes to see us and inspects our daughters for some reason we do not know of until he speaks.

''Your daughter Ruby shall marry Edward when they are fourteen and shall become the Duchess of Kilkenny once they wed.''

''We are honored Your Majesty.''

He leaves and we are shocked to the core that Ruby will be Princess Ruby when she is old enough and the mother to future Royal babes.

I never thought my wife was carrying a future Princess of England, by marriage of course, but a princess none the less.

I am shocked as I thought since King George had been married to my sister, that my daughters would not be able to marry a member of the Royal Family as my sister Isabella had been Queen of England three times already before her death.