The court was abuzz with news of Anne’s pregnancy. People gossiped and whispered and silently prayed she was carrying a boy, if only to appease the King.

In public if Anne was struggling with her pregnancy she never showed it, always so graceful and cordial, yet in private was a different story that you knew too well.

The pair of you were stood in her chambers as her maids dressed her and got her ready for the day, when they left she found herself staring into the full length mirror just gazing at the woman she saw back at her with a judgemental eye.

“Look at that! I’ve had to add an extra panel to all of my skirts.”

The Queen sighed and shook her head as she looked from her reflection in the mirror towards you. Her hand rubbing her bump that seemed to grow by the day.

“It’s ruining my figure, don’t you agree?”