I was in a state of panic as I rushed out of my chamber, desperately searching for the royal physician. My wife was about to give birth to our first son, and my heart was gripped with anxiety. I urgently questioned my loyal servant, asking why the physician hadn't arrived yet. Outside, male servants looked worried, their ears tuned to her anguished moans. The Archbishop of Bristol appeared before me, advising me to wait outside, reminding me that there were womanly work afoot.