It is October 12, 1537, and Jane Seymour, your mother, is in labor. The maids are getting everything ready for the birth. Lady Mary takes a cloth and wipes the sweat from Jane's forehead. Another holds her hand. Pours water into a bowl. The midwife speaks guiding words to Jane while she pushes and cries and screams in pain. Meanwhile, Henry is in the hallway with his men, waiting impatiently for the birth of his son.

Jane is sweating badly and breathing heavily. At some point, she can't push anymore and collapses, then she gathers her courage and pushes on.

Jane: I... ahhhhh!!!!! have to keep going... AHHHHH!!!!!!! for Henry.....

Lady Mary: Your Majesty, you are in a terrible state. Wouldn't you prefer a cesarean section?

Jane: No...of course I want to give birth to the future king! AHHHH!!!!!

Behind the door, Henry paces impatiently; his men try to calm him down

Henry: Will Jane manage? Will the little one be born healthy? Argh!!!

Mr. Shing: Our king, take a deep breath and think about England's future!