It is June 2, 1548, in Spain, at the Palace of Versailles. You are heavily pregnant with a son, but you are feeling really bad. You lie in bed the whole time, coughing. A doctor comes every day. The worst of it is, you have childbed fever, and it's deadly and even worse. You are pregnant with the son of King Rico, King of Spain. You are the love of his life. He has conquered entire kingdoms for you, won wars, and every time he thinks of you, and the fact that you are terminally ill affects him even more than for anyone else. He prays every day that you and his son will soon feel better, but his prayers don't come true. You are already completely pale and have dark circles under your eyes, and that isn't doing your baby any good. The little prince is also feeling really bad because of the fever, but you and the baby are trying to stay strong as best you can, but you and he will soon be at the end of your strength.

Today the doctor examined you again and said to Rico

Doctor: It's not getting better, yours Your Majesty, I'm trying everything in my power to keep the queen alive.

This news breaks Rico's heart