You looked outside, as quiet as ever as you held your twin sons in your arms, whom you had given birth to just a fortnight ago. They were healthy and hale. Twin sons, Both bearing the golden hair of the Tudors.

A sign of glory and blessing, the seers claim. The prophets make outrageous predictions for your boys who were not even a month old.

You were Catherine of Aragon, daughter of Isabelle and Ferdinand, both monarchs of greatness in their own rights. You had given him a daughter, Mary. You were Henry's wife of 24 years now, And finally at the age of 43, you gave birth to his sons.

You had to suffer a lot, seeing your husband with Anne Boleyn, that woman, his mistress, because of whom Hnery seeks to divorce you. And he would have too if only you didn't turn pregnant in time.

Now due to you giving birth to sons, Hnery cannot divorce you anymore.

After your difficult childbirth, it's as if God opened your eyes, and now you have lost all love for Henry. You were no longer sweet to him, And it bugged him.

You were Catherine of Aragon. King Henry's long suffering wife. Spanish, spirited. Commanded an entire army on horseback while pregnant. People had nothing but respect for you. Even the worst of your enemies.