A/N: Alright, I am so sorry to each and every one of you that patiently waited for this update. Thank you to Robin4, Reading Pixie, tricorvus, Guest, IWantColouredRain, Child of Dreams, Guest, Vwchick, and Guest for the reviews on the previous chapter. Enjoy, everyone!

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"Are you quite certain?"

Dr. Linacre permitted a small smile as he gave the queen a reassuring nod.

"Indeed, Your Majesty," he answered.

A beaming smile graced Anne's lips as she smiled down at her belly, stroking it tenderly.

"Thank you," she said, her voice trembling softly.

Dr. Linacre gave a respectful bow and took his leave.

Anne rested her hands upon her belly, now that she knew what lay within it, she was overcome with excitement.

She had missed her courses twice, but even still she did not speak to her husband for fear it was nothing. But now that Dr. Linacre had confirmed it….

Katherine sighed as she leaned back in her chair.

She had not been feeling well for some time now, and the conditions of the More did little to accommodate her condition.

How she wished Chapuys were able to sneak a letter from her beloved daughter. Katherine would do anything to see the beautiful woman her treasured daughter had no doubt grown into.

Anything but sign that Oath.

She would never submit to adhere to the lies written within that list of articles. She would never forfeit her rightful place and that of her daughter. She was King Henry's true wife, and no piece of parchment could ever change that.

Mary Carey watched as her sister emerged from her chamber with a radiant smile.

"I will see the king," Anne announced.

Mary had only seen Anne this pleased once before. Could it mean-?

"The king is speaking with the council at the moment, Your Majesty," spoke Lady Margaret Shelton. "I heard one of them mention it this morning."

A spark of mischief flashed in Anne's eyes.

"Perhaps it is a crucial matter," she said thoughtfully. "But so is this, and I should hate to delay such news to my husband."

Before any of her ladies could respond, the ever brazen former Boleyn exited the room.

Mary fought back a giggle at her sister's audacity, as well as the shocked looks of the ladies the queen had left in her wake.

Henry bit back a growl as he received word of his daughter's latest disobedience. A messenger had come from Windsor stating that the former princess had written a letter to him, beseeching him to remember the love she and her mother bore him, vowing to obey him in all matters not touching either of their consciences, and of course styling herself as Princess Mary.

The king inwardly cursed Katherine. He was angry at Mary but found he could understand her feeling of loyalty to her mother. But it was that loyalty that was leading her to defy him, her father and king, whom she was duty bound twice over to obey. Were it not for her wretched mother, the girl would perhaps be more filial.

He had hoped that keeping the pair apart would quell this stubbornness. Alas, it had not.

Suddenly, the chamber door opened and in walked none other than his wife.

Anne had always had a penchant for dramatics, but even this was a surprise to say the least.

"Your Majesty, I must speak with you immediately," she said, her expression grave and her eyes filled with an indescribable spark.

Charles Brandon masked a glare as he and the other gentlemen in the room rose in reverence to the woman they were forced to call queen. He could see in the eyes of several others that they could not understand why she was here. Even her own father glanced at his daughter as though she had taken complete leave of her senses.

"Sweetheart, we are-" Henry began, but Anne hurried over to his side, seized his hand, and pulled him from his seat.

Henry now felt himself becoming a bit irritable towards his wife. What could possibly be so important that she felt the need to interrupt an important council meeting? Particularly when there were still so many that questioned the legitimacy of their son.

But before he could say a word, Anne placed a passionate kiss on his lips, which he found himself returning as one hand wrapped around her waist and the other lost itself within the confines of her dark hair.

"I am with child again, my love," Anne whispered in his ear before resting her head upon his shoulder.

The words rang through Henry's mind like church bells as he stared incredulously at Anne.

"Truly?" he asked softly.

Anne nodded.

"Dr. Linacre just confirmed it, and I couldn't wait to-"

"You do not need to apologize," Henry quieted her. "You have given me the greatest news."

The king then knelt before his wife, his head at level with her stomach as he placed his hands upon it.

"I know that you are a boy," he murmured, a smile climbing his lips. "And you, my son, have made me the happiest man in all of Christendom."

Anne smiled and squeezed her husband's hands.

Henry's expression then shifted from overjoyed to concerned and determined.

"Sweetheart, you will want to rest," he said, tenderly stroking Anne's cheek. "For your sake, and the sake of our child."

Anne sighed, but nodded and gave a parting kiss before returning to her apartments.

As he watched her go, Henry felt a renewed sense of hope. Surely this would be a sign to the people of England that their king had made the right choice in not only freeing them from the corruption of Rome, but in marrying Anne as well.

She had given him a son, and now she would give him another. Just as she had promised.

Alright, I do hope everyone enjoyed that chapter, and again I am so sorry it took so long to get it posted.

So, Anne is pregnant again. But so many enemies are around, and there are so many things that can go wrong in a Tudor Era pregnancy. But you lovely readers will simply have to wait until Monday, October 26th before you find out what happens next. Until then, everyone.