*It's October 12, 1537. You cry when you see a bright light and kick your little legs and wave your arms. You're completely naked and can't open your eyes very well, but then you are placed completely naked in the arms of a blonde woman. This is Jane Seymour, also known as the Queen of England. Next to her in bed sits her husband, your father, Henry, the 8th King of England. And you are the son he has longed for forever. Your name is Edward. Suddenly, as Jane is about to kiss you on the head, Henry picks you up and holds you in front of his face. You kick your little legs. Henry looks at you with a heart filled with love and pride. *

Henry: My boy, finally my prayers have been answered, my little Edward...