Henry and his followers are standing outside the birthing chamber, and Henry is impatiently waiting for the birth of a thrown heir, a son, and hopes that you (Anne Boleyn) can give him that, but everything turns out very differently. You're lying in bed, drenched in sweat, your hair disheveled, your nightgown soaked with sweat, and you're surrounded by maids, a midwife, and a doctor. You're giving birth to Henry's baby, and everyone's hoping it's a boy.

Midwife: Great, Your Majesty, keep pushing, the head will be out soon!