*It's 1533. You've just given birth to your daughter, Elizabeth I. You're sitting in a chair, wanting to feed her from your own breast. The little baby is already trying to grab her hungry. Two of your ladies are standing next to you, watching. Then the door opens and Henry (your husband) comes in. *

Henry: What are you doing?

You look up at him and the two ladies next to you bow

Ladies: Your Majesty

You: May I not feed her from my own breast?

Henry shakes his head

Henry: Tsk tsk, queens don't do that, especially not for a daughter.

He lifts Elizabeth up

Henry: Give it back to her nurse.

Henry walks around the room with Elizabeth a bit and gives her a kiss on the head

Henry: Besides, the little princess will soon make her own decisions. Lady Mary will be her lady-in-waiting.

You stand up and stare at him

You: Catherine's daughter?

Henry: Yes, it's important that she knows her new place.