A/N:- I hope that you all enjoy this chapter. There is also a six month time jump.

6th September 1551: Whitehall Palace, England

Robert looked out of the window of his chambers and watched the courtiers and their wives and children, bustle around in the courtyard below. He could spot some of them instantly. Edward Seymour, Duke of Somerset, Earl of Hertford, and Viscount Beauchamp of Hache with his heavily pregnant wife, Anne Stanhope, Duchess of Somerset, Countess of Hertford and Viscountess Beauchamp of Hache. Holding Anne's hand was a rather chubby young lad, almost twelve years old. The young lad was their second, and eldest, surviving son, also named Edward, who was his father's heir. Walking further away from them, was the Duke of Somerset's brother, Thomas Seymour, 1st Baron Seymour of Sudeley and his wife, Katherine Parr, Baroness Seymour of Sudeley. Holding Katherine's hand was their daughter, Mary, who was three, and in Katherine's arms was their son, Thomas, who was three months old. Katherine Parr was one of the Queen's favourites, and Robert could see why. Katherine Parr, since her marriage to Thomas Seymour, had managed to curb her husbands ambition, and he had, since the death of King Edward, resided away from court and looked after his children.

Edward Seymour, Robert knew, had been thrilled when his daughter, Anne, and Robert's brother, John, had been married. It meant that the Seymour's had a strong link to royalty, now that King Edward was dead. The link would become stronger after the marriage of, Jane, one of Robert's many sisters, to Seymour's third child, and second surviving son, Henry Seymour. They would be married next month, despite the bride only being ten, and the groom only being eleven. Robert knew as well as anyone that the Seymours could not be trusted. After all, they had pushed their sister, Jane, under the nose of King Henry VIII and used Jane to remove Anne Boleyn from power.

Robert knew that the death of her mother was the reason that Elizabeth never spoke to the Seymours and never gave them any important positions at court. He too, did not trust the Seymours, but he knew that they could come in handy for doing the jobs that needed someone sleazy to do them.

His thoughts drifted back to his daughter, Princess Bessie. Bessie had, three months ago, been made Marquess of Boleyn and Rochford, and soon, she would be an older sibling, for Elizabeth was due to give birth any day now. But, for now, he was content to watch people bustle about below. All of his work was done and his daughter was with her Governess, but he had already visited her today.

As he glanced out of the window, he noticed Guilford sat next to Jane on the bench. Jane seemed to be crying. Guilford put an arm around her and began to gently whisper in her ear. Robert couldn't think why she would be crying. He got his answer soon enough. Guilford's eyes went wide, and his jaw fell for a moment. He regained his composure, lifted Jane from the bench, swung her round, and kissed her, deeply on the lips, before leading her into thee hedge maze and away from prying eyes. Robert soon realised what the scene in front of him meant and he smiled.

His smile soon vanished as he caught sight of The Spanish Ambassador, Count De Feria, deep in conversation with Bishop Gardiner. He would have to convince his wife that Bishop Gardiner was bad news. He knew that Gardiner had met with Mary a few times before her death, and that made him dangerous. Very dangerous.

7th September 1551: Whitehall Palace, England

Robert paced outside of his wife's birthing chambers. Guilford smiled, placing a hand onto Robert's arm "Everything will be fine Robert. Stop panicking."

"You'll be the same when Jane goes into labour." Robert replied. Guilford gulped for a moment and took a deep breath. Robert could see that his brother was horrified at the thought, and he laughed for a moment "If you didn't want to think of that, Guilford, then why did you sleep with Jane?"

"Lust and affection took over," he replied, ashamedly "I couldn't control myself. To be honest, I'm still struggling to not take a mistress at the moment - not to mention the fact that father keeps telling me that I can because I am the brother of a King. How do you control yourself?"

"Simple," Robert replied, as another scream echoed from Elizabeth's birthing chamber "I know that, if I remain faithful to my wife, when she is pregnant, then she will love me more." Guilford seemed to be taking in this information. He looked up to Robert, who, being six years older than him, was much taller than he was.

"I understand," Guilford replied. He looked up to Robert again "Do you think that I should change for Jane?"

"I cannot decide that, Guilford," Robert replied, placing a hand on his thirteen year old brother's slim shoulders "You will need to ask that question to Jane, brother," Guilford nodded, and Robert sat in the chair opposite the door to Elizabeth's birthing chambers.

A few screams echoed, and the sound of a crying baby echoed from the room. The door, to the birthing chambers opened, and the midwife was stood in the doorway. She moved forward, and handed the bundle of blankets to Robert. He gently took the bundle of blankets and looked down into it. A round faced, plump baby boy was looking up at him with a pair of bright blue eyes. The boy had red hair, which covered his hair. His face was round, and he gave a giggle. "Congratulations," Guilford informed his brother. Robert smiled, passing the midwife and entering the room.

Elizabeth had now been cleaned up, and he handed their son back to her. She smiled down into the bundle of blankets, adjusted them and smiled. "We'll name him Edward. After my brother." Robert smiled, and nodded his agreement "Edward Tudor, Prince of Wales, and future King of England."

8th September 1551: Whitehall Palace, England

"By the god of Grace," the Herald, leading everyone from the ceremony began "I give you Edward Tudor, Prince Of Wales, Earl Of Chester, Duke Of Cornwall,"

Edward, in a bundle of blankets in his mother's arms, was carried from the chapel. He was sleeping soundly

"Make way for Their Majesties!" the crowd parted, to allow the royal family to walk through the newly created space. Bessie toddled after her parents, hand in hand with her governess, Lady Mary Sidney, nee Dudley. She smiled, as they reached the door, and the herald cried "Her Highness, Princess Elizabeth Tudor, Marquess of Boleyn and Rochford,"

The thick, wooden, brown, oak, double doors, opened, with a small creak, and Robert smiled, as the crowd parted for Bessie to pass. When she reached the throne, she turned and curtseyed, falling to her knees in a sign of acknowledgement. Her father lifted her into his arms, and she smiled, up at him.

"Bessie," Robert began, smiling "This is your little brother, Edward." Bessie leaned forward and smiled as she saw the sleeping baby in the blankets below. "Edward," she spoke. She leaned down and placed a kiss onto Edward's forehead and smiled, brightly. Edward's eyes opened, and his mouth began to quiver. He caught sight of Bessie and reached out with his two chubby arms. Bessie gently took her hand in his and he gripped it hard, directing her hand to his mouth. Robert gently took Bessie's hand and moved it away "No, Edward,"

Edward began to blubber as tears began to build up in his eyes. Elizabeth lifted him into the air, and kissed him on the forehead. The tears soon disappeared, and he began giggling as Elizabeth bounced him up and down on her knee.

To Be Continued

I hope that you liked this chapter. It may be a little short, and I apologise, but, I know how things are going to play out. I hope that you are not disappointed by the gender of Elizabeth's child. This chapter may also be a bit short, but it is crucial to the plot that is too come.