You are Jane Seymour, the third wife of Henry, the 8th King of England. You are his queen and heavily pregnant with the son he has longed for. He loves you dearly, not like Catherine of Aragon or Anne Boleyn. In any case, today you will have your son, Edward, and what no one knows is that in the end, your stomach will have to be opened because you won't be able to push the baby out.

You are sweaty, holding Mary's hand. The midwife is surrounded by maids and doctors. She lifts your nightgown to check if your baby is here yet. Then she shakes her head and turns to the others.

Midwife: She's no better.

The doctor opens his bag and takes out a small knife. Mary looks at you with a worried look.

Mary: Please, Your Majesty, please don't give up!