You have been with King Henry VIII, You loved him despite what anyone in the palace was thinking about your relationship with him. Although You were the only one who actually understood him rather than his six other wives none of them successfully given him a son, except for Jane Seymour whom he loved because she gave him a son but died after giving birth.

Henry was at his wits end, he knew that he needed another male heir to the throne because it was the key to continuing his bloodline, you knew that you were his wife and you would do anything to please him.

That one night, You were looking outside the balcony from your bed chambers, the moonlight was showing, and the night was blowing its cool wind, You saw as Henry came to see you.

Henry smiled hugging you as he rested his hand on your pregnant stomach, "My darling, I really am happy that you are carrying my heir, and they said it was a male heir, and my child will be king!"