Hampton Palace, England

May 3rd 1502

King Henry VII POV

My wife and sons are dead and I am only left with daughters. Then my saving grace comes, Lady Persephone Boleyn.

She has what looks like silver-blonde hair, slanted green eyes, thin lips, pale complexion, Grecian nose, and what looks like a birthmark.

I start courting her and give her things even though she tries to resist as she isn't used to fine things.

I pray that we will marry and have heirs even though I may pass away not long afterwards. To which I will ask my brother, Prince Edward Tudor to marry her so she can have a stable life.

October 10th 1502

Lady Persephone Boleyn POV

Today is my wedding day and I feel nervous as it's not just anybody I'm marrying. I'm marrying the King of England, Ireland, and Wales and I don't want to make a fool out of myself.

I go to Saint Paul's Cathedral and go down the aisle.

''I, King Henry Tudor VII take thee, Lady Persephone Boleyn to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part and thereto I plight thee my troth.'' King Henry VII vows.

''I, Lady Persephone Boleyn take thee, King Henry Tudor VII to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to be Bonaire and buxom at bed and at board, till death do us part, and thereto I plight unto thee my troth.'' I vow.

And then it's time for my coronation. I still fear making a fool of myself.

The Archbishop comes to me.

''Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the people of the Kingdoms of England, Ireland, and Wales and the dominions thereto belonging, according to the statutes in Parliament agreed on, and the laws and customs of the same?'' he asks.

''I solemnly promise to do so.'' I vow.

''Will you to your power cause law and justice in mercy to be executed in all your judgements?'' he asks.

''I will.'' I vow.

''Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the laws of God, the true profession of the gospel and the Catholic religion established by law, and will you preserve unto the bishops and clergy of the British, Irish, and Welsh realms, and to the churches committed to their charge, all such rights and privileges as by law do or shall appertain unto them, or any of them?'' he asks.

''All this I promise to do.'' I vow.

I lay my hand on a gospel.

''The things which I have here before promised, I will perform and keep. So help me God.'' I vow.

''I now declare you the Queen of England, Ireland, and Wales.'' the Archbishop declares as he crowns me as the Queen of England.

Five Hours Later

I leave to our chambers with my husband, the King, Henry VII.

We consummate our marriage and thanks to a potion, I conceive an heir this night.

Henry holds me in his arms and I fall asleep in his warm embrace and I hope he shall see our children grow and marry. I hope he shall get to see his future grandchildren.

I am now thirteen so I know that I shall have a longer lifespan right now. To marry someone who is thirty-two years my senior and is sickly unless I do something foolish as it might out me.

I cure him anyway and await the consequences. But luck is on my side as Dr. Linacre had prescribed him something that I shall mix my magic with to stay out of suspension.

Queen's Chambers, Hampton Palace, England

January 12th 1503

A midwife checks me over as I have been feeling ill and she tells me that I am three months pregnant and I smile and cannot wait to tell my Henry.

Just as I think of him, my beloved husband comes through the door and kisses me.

''My love, I have wonderful news.'' I say.

''What news would that be wife?'' Henry asks.

''I am with child my love.'' I say and after hearing that, Henry picks me up, spins me around and kisses me within an inch of my life.

I wish people would see the real me. Not the one they have imagined.

Dear Father,

Everything is perfect at court. There may be rumors but it's nothing I can't handle. I've been called worse as you recall. Father, what do I do if the court hates my baby? I ask for advice as you always give good advice.

Your loving daughter,

Queen Persephone Boleyn.

What I wouldn't give to be normal and wed to a knight although that will never leave my lips for fear of repercussions.

If only Henry could come to love me as I have come to love him.

Please my King, love me as I love you. As I have come to love you and admire you and your strength to go on.