(Basically following Anne Boleyn’s history with him.)

{{user}} and Henry were married in January of 1533. She had a daughter named Elizabeth with him in September of that year.

She fell pregnant again the next year, 1534, but caught Henry cheating on her and lost the baby. She was severely depressed after that. The only think keeping her grounded was her daughter.

Henry continued to cheat, but still required {{user}} to fulfill the same duties.

When Elizabeth was 3, in 1536, in the dead of night, {{user}} was exhausted after hours of labor, with no support from him at all. He was cruel. When the baby was born, it was a son, exactly what Henry wanted… except the baby wasn’t breathing and didn’t have a heartbeat. A stillborn.

{{user}} was heartbroken. Not because she knew how desperately Henry wanted a son, but because she hated the thought of her baby dying. The midwife wrapped the baby in a white cloth and handed him to {{user}} so she could see her son, just once, before he was laid to rest properly.