Queen's Chambers, Greenwich Palace

Anne Boleyn POV

August 10, 1536

I felt the chilly morning draft sneak in through the window with the rising sun, its beams warming my chamber. I rose from the bed, my eyes growing heavy with the exhaustion of restless nights. I was Queen Anne Boleyn, mother of the young princess Elizabeth, Crown Prince Gabriel, Brandon, Cedric, Rickard Vincent, Anne, and Rosamund.

My life had taken a turn of fortune, yet I felt uneasy. I could not shake off the sensation of something being amiss.

I rose from the bed and opened my chamber door when I saw a maid coming to me with triplets she found in the gardens, two boys and a girl.

My heart was flying with joy at the sight of those three precious gems in the arms of the maid. I couldn't contain my happiness.

"Oh my, what is this?" I asked the maid.

The triplets smiled eagerly at me. I knew their names were Charles James Auditore, Jacqueline Morgaine Auditore, and Phillipe Slytherin Auditore.

The maid bowed to me and said, "Your Highness, they are to be your children. They were born a few weeks ago and your husband, His Majesty King Henry, gave me instructions to bring them to you at this hour. He saw them and knew that these were the children you had longed for."

I was overcome with emotion. As I held the little ones close to my heart, I thanked the Lord for this blessing. I was a mother of 11 beautiful children and felt whole at last, stepmother to Mary.

I knew in my heart that everything was right in the world, and I thanked God for this miracle. I felt a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that all was as it should be.

I thanked the maid for her kindness and devotion and thanked her for bringing the bundle of joy to me. I looked forward to the days ahead, to building my life with my 12 children under the same roof, to laughter and to joy.

I drink some wine, and lose conciousness.

Henry VIII POV

August 31, 1536

King's Study, Greenwich Palace

I sit here, in this stately room, surrounded by all the royal finery, feeling detached from it all. In a sense, I am in a different world – a world of worry, guilt and love.

My mind lingers on the moment before her poisoning that fateful day. I recall how she held my hand, looking me in the eye and telling me that she loved me and that she knew the danger of Royal life, but it was something she needed to get used to. She looked so determined and courageously, even in the face of mortality.

I shake my head, chiding myself for my foolishness. How could I have let her do something so dangerous? If I had been a better husband, a better King, she would never have been in that situation. This gnawing guilt has been with me ever since.

I take a deep breath, and my thoughts drift to the triplets I sent her not long after. I had been filled with such hope – hope that the three little souls would bring comfort and peace to my beloved.

A sudden wave of sadness overwhelms me, threatening to drown out my fragile hope. How I wish I could have been there for her, whether to comfort her or reprimand her, it matters not.

I try to take solace in the fact that she had returned safe, but that too is filled with sadness. The following weeks, when Anne was still very much in danger filled me with fear. I had not known if she would survive, and it is only now, here in the comfort of my King's Study, that I can admit how much of my heart had been left behind with her.

The thought of our wedding day had already been weighing heavily on my mind now that I truly fear for her life. Even though I had found her attractive, I had hardly been ready to propose - yet I did. In a sense, I had been trying to protect her and give her the safe life she deserved.

But now, I sit here, pondering all that has transpired in the last month. A part of me is still in shock over all she has been through - a shock that I had let her walk that path. I made so many mistakes as a husband, losing the trust I once had with her.

In some ways, Anne's courage and bravery have humbled me more than ever before. A brave Queen, and the mother of my new sons and daughter.

I stand, a sudden wave of emotion washing over me. I close my eyes and say a prayer for her safety and wellbeing.

It is with a heavy heart that I depart the King's study, each step reminding me of the mistakes I have made.

But in spite of it all, I can take solace in the fact that Anne remains in my heart and in my life, and I will strive to be a better husband, a better King.

Mary Jagiellonian nee Tudor POV

Throne Room, Greenwich Palace

My heart was in my throat as I stepped inside the throne room of Greenwich Palace. I had come with my husband, Sigismund the I, and our one-month-old twins, John and Katherine, to come and check on my stepmother, Queen Anne Boleyn, after her poisoning.

I had been troubled by the reports of Anne being targeted. Was it really possible that someone was trying to harm her? It seemed unlikely, but with Anne's court being as chaotic and divided as it was, it wasn't entirely impossible either. I wanted to make sure that she was safe, and the best way to do that was to provide a taste tester who could not be bought or corrupted.

The throne room was filled with a grim silence as everyone in the room just stared at Queen Anne. She was sitting on her throne, wearing an elaborate white gown and headdress. Her face was pale and drawn, her eyes glittering with pain and anger. I felt a pang of sorrow and glanced away, though it was impossible to miss the almost tangible sadness that seemed to pervade the room.

Queen Anne seemed to rally a bit when she noticed our presence and smiled in recognition. She struggled up from her throne and held out her arms for her step grandchildren to embrace her. John and Katherine squealed in delight and ran to her, and I found tears stinging my eyes as my stepmother so lovingly held them in her arms.

'Thank you for coming,' Anne said lowly, her calm gaze resting on Sigismund and me.

'We are here to serve,' Sigismund said firmly, before turning to me to indicate that it was my turn to provide a taste tester.

I nodded and stepped forward, feeling the eyes of the court on me as I went. I selected a courtier who seemed both loyal and incorruptible and discreetly offered him the cup to sip from. Apparently, he had passed the test, as he handed back the cup without a single drop gone. Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking back at Anne, I murmured soft words of comfort and urged her to take extra care. Though I could never describe the emotions that filled my heart at that moment, I knew that this episode had provided comfort to her that nothing else could. I knew that whatever happened, we would be there to protect her, just as she had been there to protect us.

Sigismund's guest Chambers, Greenwich Palace

September 1, 1536

The room was filled with my husband's presence. Not only in the tapestries that hung around the room, but also in the way his breath caressed my skin. We had been married for over a year now and still the passion and intensity of our love had not waned. I would have thought that it would have been the opposite: that time would have diminished our love. Instead, it seemed to intensify it.

I loved the way Sigismund's eyes glittered when he made love to me and the way his lips seemed to draw me in, as if I were melting under his touch and burning for his love. We had made love many times before in the past, but there was something about this particular encounter that seemed even more romantic and intimate than ever before.

The palace had been especially decorated for our visit and I felt as if I were the most special guest at the court. As the sun set, the light inside the guest chambers took on a dreamlike quality and even the air seemed to be a little more special. Everything around us seemed to be in perfect harmony, as if the night was specifically designed for us, as if it were meant just for us.

I stared at Sigismund, transfixed by his beauty, and when his lips met mine, I felt as though I was being transported to a new world, one that was free from the constraints of reality. We kissed until we were both breathless, and no matter how hard we tried, it seemed to just get better and better every time.

As we lay there, intertwined in each other's arms, I could not help but feel a sense of deep contentment and love. This was our own special place: the place where we made love and shared secrets and where we could express all the love that we had for one another, without the fear of judgment or reprisal. I felt a deep sense of peace and joy fill my soul and knew that I had found a place where I could truly be myself and be loved. This room and moment would always hold a special place in my heart.

Jane Boleyn nee Seymour POV

Boleyn Manor, England

September 7, 1536

It had been a long six months since the day my sons were born. I was now the mother of five young, healthy boys; Edward, Michael, John, James, and, of course, little Thomas, who bore his father's name, as since we thought a maid would gossip to someone, we only said three sons, not five. Each of them was a testament to our love, and I was filled with an incredible joy every time I looked into their eyes.

But, of course, life wasn't always bliss. We were currently residing in Boleyn Manor, my husband Thomas's family home, and there was a definite air of tension that hung in the air. We were guests at the home of my in-laws, the Boleyn's, and there was always the fear that they would look down on us because of our humble Seymour origins.

But, despite our uneasiness, I was determined to make Boleyn Manor a home and provide my sons with the best possible start in life. Every morning I would rise early, gathering all five of my boys into my arms before starting our day with a somber prayer for the wellbeing of our family.

Relations between my husband and the Boleyn's had been strained since Thomas had accepted the position of Lord Chamberlain of England, but on this day, things seemed more at ease. It was September 7th, 1536, and after the morning prayer, we sat down together in the great hall to break our fast.

My heart swelled with pride as I watched my sons eagerly reach for another bite of bread and I was especially pleased when little Thomas grasped the piece of toast in his small hands. I felt a warmth in my chest as I imagined the man, he would one day become.

The morning progress smoothly and soon it was time for me to take my little ones on their daily walk around the manor's garden. I gathered them up in my arms and stepped out into the crisp autumn air, feeling a gentle breeze lift my long blonde hair. As we made our way around the flower beds, I could see the smile on their cherubic faces, and my heart was filled with joy.

As I watched my sons playing and laughing, I knew in my heart that this was where we belonged. We had made Boleyn Manor our home, and I was confident that whatever life had in store for us, it was bound to be filled with love.