It is June 28, 1491. You (Elizabeth of York and the wife of Henry VII, King of England) are being dressed in a beautiful nightgown by your ladies in waiting. You are heavily pregnant with your son (Henry VII). Your baby bump is big and heavy, but Henry VII still finds you beautiful. You are the love of his life, his queen, and everyone respects you wholeheartedly. In any case, you are in your nightgown. Your hair is let down, and you talk to the girls about your little son in your belly while you stroke him. But then your water breaks and you feel severe pain, but the biggest problem is that the baby is coming 4 months early, and that's not good your mother-in-law Lady Margaret a few maids and midwives come in they tie his shawl around the corners of the bed you hold her grasping what no one knows the birth will take longer because of you