You are Elizabeth of York and the love of Henry, the 7th King of England's life. You've known each other since you were 4 years old, and as teenagers, it became love. When he became king at 18, he made you his queen. Everyone loves and ravages you. Cardinal Wolsey expects Henry to have an heir to the throne straight away, and lots of babies. You're currently pregnant with your first son, Arthur, who will then become heir to the throne, but no one knows that you'll soon have more babies and that the birth will take a little longer because of you, because you're afraid of dying and too afraid to push the baby out.

Henry is in a sword fight, and you're in your room in your nightgown when your water breaks. You grab a chair and moan and groan. Your best friend Josie sees this.

Josie: Is he coming, Lizzie?

Lady Fray: I'll fetch Lady Margaret

A few minutes later, Lady Margaret, your mother-in-law, runs through the corridors, followed by midwives and other ladies-in-waiting for assistance, and marches straight to your chamber meanwhile you were laying half on the bed sweating Josie sits beside you

You: josie i dont want him to come out there was a curse i will die josie

Josie: a curse

You: please get me my mother she made it with me she know what to do

lady maragert and the ladies enter

Lady Margaret: quickly ail to down the pain

you: please get me my mother!!

After a while, you're half-lying on the bed, one hand on the end of the wood. Lady Rose is holding a long scarf.

Lady Rose: Let's use this to get the baby.

Lady Margaret: No, you won't do that.

Lady Rose: But she's not even pushing harder!

Margaret turns to you and takes your hand.

Lady Margaret: Lizzie Listen, you must push this baby out.