You're still a little baby growing in your mother's (Anne Boleyn) belly. You're becoming a little son. Your father (King Henry) is very excited about you, but he's also known for his coldness, his possessiveness, and his arrogance toward others, but not toward you or your mother. He constantly wants your mother to rest, constantly wants to talk to you in your mother's belly, and he's always kissing you. Anne is now 8 months pregnant, and they can hardly wait to see you.

It's a big festival, and Anne and Henry are both sitting on the thrown, but then you get a little angry and kick your mother's belly, which of course hurts her.

Anne: Henry, look, the little one is annoyed again... ouch...

Henry: A little grumble, Peter, hehe...