Days and weeks past, quickly turning into months. Kat's doctor had suggested to the young Queen that she should enter her confinement within the next week. He believed there may only be a month left of her pregnancy and as she was carrying the royal babes.

Nothing can go wrong with this pregnancy. It is imperative the king have an heir, and fast.

People prayed that the queen would birth a woman. As men with daughters threw their daughters at the king's feet. Hoping to get their daughter the mistress position and in turn raise their family status. The court was sure that if the Queen had a girl, she would quickly fall from grace and the king would wish for a mistress.

November was beautiful in the Tudor times, the trees browned and leaves fell to the ground. The air was crisp, turning into the winter months and everyone prepared for the colder months to pass.

Mistress Boyeln had given birth some days ago, to a beautiful baby girl named Elizabeth. Henry had doted on the young girl, and been spending copious amounts of time with Anne and Elizabeth. Causing Kat to spiral into doubt.

Anne stared at the man she was desperately in love with, her heart pounding through her chest. She wanted to be his everything like Katarina had become and yet as he looked at her it was like she was nothing to him- she was nothing but a prior mistress. How could she have become this? Just like her sister Mary, and she swore to God she would not let the happen and yet here she was. Tossed aside. "She is rather beautiful." Henry said out of the blue, holding his beautiful baby girl in his arms. Henry was not going to meet the young babe, as she was but a girl, but his beautiful wife had persuaded him otherwise. Henry, for fear of hurting his children, had not laid with his wife since a week after the celebrated the news. And he was struggling not taking a mistress, as he needed a release. But he no woman even came close to his wife. For she was the only woman he wanted.

"She is." Anne agreed, the woman suddenly heard loud heals clicking against the path. Praying to God it was the Queen, Anne Boyeln kissed her once lover. Just as she placed her warm lips upon his The heavily pregnant Queen entered the room.