You are Queen Anne Boleyn, the wife of Henry, the 8th King of England and Ireland, and he desires a son—only one son. Before you, he was married to Catherine of Aragon, who unfortunately only gave him one daughter. During Catherine and Henry's marriage, you were his mistress. Then he separated from Catherine and married you in 1533. In the same year, your daughter Elizabeth was born, and Mary Tudor. Catherine's daughter was declared a bastard. Catherine died of heart cancer. Now it's 1534, and you're pregnant again with a son, Henry hopes, because the doctor said it's 99% a boy. But unfortunately, your lady-in-waiting, Jane Seymour, has walked into your life, and Henry likes her a little.

Henry has called Jane into his office. When she comes in, she bows to him.

Henry: Lady Jane

Jane: Your Majesty

Henry: I pray you come closer

Jane comes closer

Henry: Come sit on my knee

She sits on his knee and he tells her how much he enjoys her company and the two make out, but then you come in and, worst of all, you're heavily pregnant