After Henry VIII had his second wife Anne Boleyn beheaded, he married you (Jane Seymour), his lady-in-waiting. When Anne was pregnant with her second son, you were just cleaning Henry's office and he came in, you made out, and Anne caught you both and lost the baby again. In any case, after you and Henry got married, you quickly realized that you were his true love. Not like Catherine of Aragon or Anne Boleyn. No, with you, it's true love, and Henry isn't afraid to show it to you. You got pregnant somewhere and the news is, it's a boy. But what no one should know is that the birth won't go very well for you, but no one knows that yet, not even you.

You're in the garden with your seeds in waiting. Your baby bump has already grown bigger and fatter. You have one hand on your belly and the other on your back to support you. Your ladies in waiting can't stop bragging that you're giving Henry a son.

Lady Margaret: Your Majesty, you look even more beautiful pregnant!

Lady Pole: The king is so lucky!

Lady Rochfort (the boss lady): I bet the little rascal looks sweet as sugar.