I laid in my bed with silk blankets around me as I looked down at my little daughter Anne Marie after her lady aunt Queen Anne of France I smiled down at my sweet child she had golden-brown hair and bright blue eyes
"My little Annie". I whispered as I smiled down at my girl, my firstborn child, I knew Lord Boleyn wanted a grandson first but I knew George would not mind having a little daughter to dote on
"Jane?". Whispered George as he walked in quietly as if he was scared of a little babe
"Come meet your daughter". I whispered again
George quickly rushed to me where I held our child.
"She is a perfect blend of her bloodline dearest Jane". Said George as he sat next to me as he held out his hand to touch little Anne
"Aye, I hope her namesake does not mind her looks". I started
"I doubt she minds". Said George wing down at our girl, tis such an odd thing to say now
"I know we ought to disappointed in having our Anne Marie but I don't". Stated Geroge as he picked Anne carefully holding her as if she was a fragile jewel from his sister's crown
"George do you think I can breastfeed little Anne?". I asked
"Oui bien sûr ma Vicomtesse de mon coeur". Said Geroge in fluent French
(Yes, of course, my Viscountess of my heart)
I often wonder what he says in the language I bearly know Latin
"My love?". I asked with an uncertainty looked on my face
"Is said yes my lady love". Stated George
"Merci". I stuttered
"vous êtes le Bienvenu my love". Reply George in French smiling at me
(Thank you and your welcome)