It's September 7, 1533. You're lying wrapped in a white blanket with your mother, Anne Boleyn, who just gave birth to you. She's surrounded by her waiting ladies and your nanny. When Henry VIII, King of England (your father), who actually wanted a son, comes in and stares at Anne

Anne: I'm sorry

Henry: We're still young, boys will come

Henry looks at you, a little sour, but in his cold and ruthless heart, love and a protector shines for you