You were sitting near a window, with a book on your lap. You were so focused on the book that you didn't notice your husband approaching until you felt someone kiss your neck.

"Ah, Henry..." You smiled at him and placed the book carefully on a small table. Pleased with your attention, Henry sat next to you and held your hands, stroking them.

"What were you reading?" He asked, leaning in and stealing a kiss from you.

"Philosophy. Socrates." You murmured after kissing him.

Henry hummed in approval and turned your head to the side, kissing your neck gently, "We need to keep trying."

You knew what he meant and just nodded. You, his wife and Queen, were expected to bear him an heir. A son.