Tolvte juli:
England:
1543
Arthur saw with concern at Henry.
He knew he was happy with having finally gotten a son six years earlier, but he still hadn't reconciled with his daughters or put his affairs in order as they were.
And time was running out.
The fairies had told him that this wedding would be Henrys last wedding and his bride the last wife. Not only that, but he wouldn't be able to enjoy the latter for very long.
He didn't wish for him to die with regrets.
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