Sad chapter because I'm having an emo day...and we had got to that point in the story anyway

Henry's good news was very short lived as the rebels struck up in the North again. He was angry that the leaders seemed to have forgotten the promises that he had made them over Christmas and he was furious that they seemed to have gone back on their word to disband. He commanded the Duke of Suffolk to return to the North and slaughter each and every one of them for their crimes against the crown and against God. Suffolk was reluctant to authorise the killing of so many innocent people but when Cromwell hinted that his own alliance was under suspicion he agreed that he would return and fill out his duty.

The leaders of the rebels were momentarily spared and brought to London to be put on trial for their crimes. This was done under the ruling of both His Majesty and Mr Cromwell, who even though he was beginning to fall out of favour with the King was still very much in control of the parliament. All the rebel's leaders apart from Mr Aske were immediately put to death but Henry desperately wanted to change the mind of Aske as he had a great fondness for the man and hoped they could come to some sort of arrangement, he had seemed reasonable the last time they had spoken. Unfortunately this was not to be and Mr Aske was taken from the tower of London back to York to be hanged in chains for his grievous crimes against His Majesty.

It was widely known by all that as soon as one of his previous Queen's became pregnant then Henry would take for himself a mistress. Catherine had known about his mistresses and shown no emotion on the subject even though it was painful for her, Anne had spent her time constantly trying to fight the King against taking other women but Jane accepted the fact sadly. She knew that she could not satisfy the King in her current condition for the sake of the child so she decided that she would take solace in the fact that someone else would and it would most likely be someone she trusted.

One evening Henry called Isabella into his bed chambers. She curtseyed as she entered the room, staying bowed until the servant present had left the room. As she heard the door close behind him she stood again and looked at Henry. He was watching her intently, as if she was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. It was a look he hadn't given her for a while but on seeing it again she knew that all the old feelings he had for her were still there – he may have married three other women since they had first given themselves wholly to each other but he still loved her as much now as he did then.

"Isabella." he said, bowing his head slightly to her.

"Majesty." she replied, mimicking his action. She slowly began to undo the ties on the front of her dress. "It has certainly been awhile."

"It certainly has." he replied not looking at her face. His eyes were transfixed on her hands as she dexterously released the top of her dress and let it fall open and over her shoulders slightly. Henry could not take his eyes off her silky smooth flesh. All he wanted to do was run his hands over it and drink in every single familiar nook and cranny of her body. She was the most precious jewel he had ever possessed and he was extremely glad that he could still have her in his possession. He had, however, not expected her to arrive like this when he had called her into his chambers that particular evening. "But can I ask what the meaning of this is? Not that it is not a wonderful sight to behold, mind." he added, smirking slightly.

"This," she said, indicating herself and letting her dress slip further down so that it was just covering her heaving breasts. "is with the compliments of Her Majesty Queen Jane." Henry's smirk faltered slightly.

"I beg your pardon?" he asked, more confused than annoyed.

"Her Majesty thought you might like some other company than just what one would normally expect of me. She knows of our past relationship and she thought that I would be a good substitute for her while she is in her current condition." she told him. Henry's smirk reappeared.

"You have told her of our past relationship?" he asked.

"We have had a lot to converse over in our hours together." she told him, a smirk of her own gracing her lips.

"You are close?" he asked although he already knew the answer.

"I rather like this one." she remarked.

"You liked Catherine." he replied. Isabella chuckled softly.

"I did." she replied. "I was not so quick to be in her favour if you will recall, it took her a while to trust me. It was almost as if she knew about you and I."

"True," Henry replied. "and Anne always hated you."

"That she did." Isabella chuckled and Henry laughed with her.

"Well you need not continue." he told her. "I have vowed that the only woman I am to be with during this time is Jane."

"I know." Isabella smiled, pulling her dress back on over her shoulders. "I am glad that you have found someone who brings you such happiness."

It soon came the time for the Queen's baby to be born. Once Jane's water had broken she began a very difficult and tiring labour for her. She was in labour with the child for well over a day before she finally delivered. The entire Kingdom was worried about her and the life of the child. Both Isabella and Mary never left her side through her entire labour. At one point Jane had been in labour for so long that it looked as if the physician was going to have to cut her open and perform a caesarean to bring the baby out safely. If this were to happen it was almost certain the Queen would not survive but if they did not do it then it was certain that the child would die.

Finally, after much pain and suffering on a number of parts, Jane gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Henry was beside himself with joy – finally he had the son he had dreamed of ever since Catherine had fallen pregnant with their very first child so many years ago. The young Prince Edward was christened a few days after his birth and there was much celebration throughout the Kingdom.

This celebration was short lived as Jane's condition did not improve. The labour had taken its toll on her and she was very ill. There was a moment when it looked as if she would improve but the sickness overtook her and her condition worsened. She had come down with the same illness that had killed Henry's mother and he recognised the symptoms almost immediately. He prayed to God for her life; he begged that in God's infinite wisdom and mercy that he would not take Jane away from him but his prayers were in vein – Jane's condition was too server.

A few days after she had given birth to her son and the future King of England Jane died. She was too weak to overcome the illness that was coursing through her body and finally it overtook her and she was gone from the world. Henry was beside himself when he received the news that his Queen; the one he had loved more than anything in this world was gone. At her funeral, which was the saddest occasion he had ever experienced in his life, he leaned on both Mary and Isabella for support as he laid the wife he loved the most to rest.