October 31st 1515

Somerset Manor, England

Mary Seymour nee Boleyn POV

I am laid up in bed as Edward does not want me to strain myself and is always wanting to know if I need something.

The number of times he has sent the servants out to get something that we do not have or the times where he has heard me say I am hungry and made them make food so that I will be fed.

Honestly, I just want him to stop worrying so much and just to spend time with me.

He is always signing papers and hearing disputes that I hardly see him and I want to see him more.

November 3rd 1515

Harriette Naples POV

''Push Your Grace push.'' I tell Mary Seymour, Duchess of Somerset.

She pushes and pushes until she gives birth to the first babe, a son.

''A baby boy Your Grace.''

Then it is time for the second babe to be born and she pushes and pushes until she births a daughter but before I can tell her, she starts pushing again and another babe is born, another son.

She pushes two babes out after the third born, a daughter and a son.

I leave her to rest afterwards and go out to tell the Lord of the House the news.

Out in the hallway

Edward Seymour POV

I pace back and forth until finally, the midwife comes out and I run to her wanting answers.

''How is my Mary? Is she okay? How are the babes?'' I ask not giving her time to respond.

''Your wife is fine and the babes are well. All five of them.'' she tells me.

I rush into the room and see my Mary nursing one of our sons.

''Come meet your sons and daughters.'' as she says it, I see they all have ribbons on both of their wrists.

The left wrist is to signify their gender and the other wrist to signify who was born first.

I no longer have to worry about having heirs as I see that I now have three sons.

''Our sons shall be named Lucien, Thomas, and Nicholas.'' I tell Mary.

''And our daughters shall be named Cecily and Ruth.''

''Wonderful names my love.''

I leave her to recover from the birth and to take care of the babes' as they need their mother.

November 11th 1515

Greenwich Palace

King George I POV

I watch my wife and Queen of my heart as she is five months pregnant and her enemies have made a move against her by poisoning her food and the food of our sons.

But someone managed to warn us in time before they even took a bite as they witnessed servants of her enemies dose the food and drink with poison.

Now I have a team of knights guarding her wherever she goes and guard her door when she is ever in her room.

She thinks I am going too far and that I should allow her more freedom as her enemies surely would not do anything in the public's eye but I know that they may try and I tell her the knights stay.

She gives in and asks at the least if they not go in the room with her when she goes to see our babes or at the least the ones who are still here.

Rachel, Willow, Violet, George, Arthur, Mary, Elizabeth, Beauregard, and Artemis are all at Hatfield House unless summoned.

The youngest, Henry, Edward, and Eric will go there when they turn one and they need to be taught.

Crown Prince George's household has the sons of Lord Boleyn, Michael, Richard, and William and the sons of Thomas Cromwell, Henry, Benjamin, William, Edward, Geoffrey, and Angelus along with Derek Brandon, Edmund Fitzroy, and Kaelan Boleyn.

Beauregard's is Kaelan Brereton, Angelus Boleyn, George Seymour, Jonathan Seymour (Anna and Gideon's first-born son), Samuel Naples, and Henry Fitzroy among many others that their names I cannot remember.

The others have households but I cannot keep up with all their names as it is tiring.

November 17th 1515

Queen Nadine I POV

I cradle Henry in my arms as I sing him one of their lullabies.

''Hush now, my baby, be still love, don't cry, sleep like you're rocked, sleep and remember my lullaby, and I'll be with you when you dream. Drift on a river, that flows through my arms, drift as I'm singing to you, I see you smiling, so peaceful and calm, and holding you, I'm smiling too. Here in my arms, safe from all harm, holding you, I'm smiling too. Hush now, my baby, be still, love don't cry, sleep like you're rocked by the stream, sleep and remember this river lullaby, and I'll be with you when you dream, I'll be with you when you dream.''

As he joins his brothers in the land of dreams, I carry him to his crib and lay him down and put a blanket over him and blow out the candles.

As I sit down at my desk, I have the sudden desire to write to my sisters and cousin and I do so.

Dear Beryl,

I am sorely disappointed in you. I wed you to a respectable Earl and the next thing I hear is that you had taken a sixty-five-year-old Duke as a lover and now that it is proven that he had gotten you pregnant from one of your trysts after your divorce from Friedrich and marriage to Hans last month, I am sorely disappointed as I thought you would be better than that. You are hereby disowned from the Black family and you will do everything any husband, that Friedrich finds for you after Hans dies, tells you to do.

Your Queen,

Queen Nadine I of England

I wait for the ink to dry and then close and seal it and then get another piece of parchment.

Dear Clara,

Congratulations are in order as I here that you are with child with the future King of Norway. You must pray that it is a son as Bogislaw will only give you three chances and if you don't give him a son within that time frame, he will divorce you to be rid of you. I do not wish for that to happen to you so please pray for the babe to be a son.

Your sister,

Queen Nadine I

I wait for the ink to dry, close it, then seal it.

Dear Primrose,

I wish for you to become pregnant soon if you're not pregnant already. I wish you happiness with your husband and the many children you shall have together. You may have been married for political reasons but that means nothing as I have found love with my husband, King George I of England. Just try to love him that is all I ask. You are in my prayers always.

Your cousin,

Queen Nadine I

I am happy for Primrose and Clara as they know the importance of faithfulness.

Oh Beryl, why did you become unfaithful to your ex-husband?

I fear the answer as I know not if I want to hear it or not.

I send the letters with a messenger to my cousin and sisters.

As it turns out Thomas Cromwell has finally got his wish.

Henry, Mary, Benjamin, and Catherine are legitimate again and Henry is the heir to his father's estate again.