𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓞𝓯 𝓘𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮

​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​ ​🇸​​🇨​​🇷​​🇴​​🇱​​🇱​​🇸​ ​🇴​​🇫​ ​🇨​​🇭​​🇦​​🇳​​🇬​​🇪​

A wedding date has been set, marking the imminent union between myself and Henry Howard in the upcoming spring. Despite the impending ceremony, my heart is heavy with reluctance. Henry Howard, though a nobleman, is a man of unremarkable appearance, and I find myself resenting the idea of becoming his wife. Yet, it is the will of the king that I must obey, for the sake of securing a lineage deemed suitable by royal decree.

I yearn for a life of purity and devotion to God, akin to that of a nun, but such desires are overshadowed by the king's insistence on continuing the Howard bloodline. I dread the thought of bringing a child into a world fraught with madness and uncertainty, especially under the looming shadow of Anne Boleyn's impending childbirth. The king's unwavering belief in Anne's ability to provide him with a male heir only serves to deepen my apprehension.

In an alternate reality, where Henry VIII had made different choices and wed Jane Seymour instead, perhaps our lives would have unfolded differently. Perhaps Anne would have borne a son, and happiness would have graced our family. But alas, such conjecture offers little solace in the face of the inevitable.

As Anne's due date approaches, tension mounts within the court. I find myself consumed by fear and uncertainty, dreading the impending marriage to Henry Howard and the potential consequences of Anne's childbirth. The snow begins to melt, symbolizing the impending arrival of Anne's child and the uncertain future it portends.

Weeks pass, and news arrives that Anne is in labor. As the court awaits the outcome, I retreat to my chambers, grappling with a mixture of anticipation and dread. My mother and sister stand by my side, offering support and prayers as the moment of truth draws near.

When the time comes, I am overwhelmed by pain and uncertainty. With every push, I pray for the safe arrival of my child, fearing the repercussions of failure. When the child is finally born, the initial silence fills me with dread, until I am reassured by the cries of my newborn son.

In that moment, all fear and doubt dissipate, replaced by overwhelming joy and gratitude. Henry, my precious son, is a testament to God's grace and a beacon of hope for the future of our family. As I hold him in my arms, I am filled with a sense of purpose and determination, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

The prince has come, bringing with him a renewed sense of hope and possibility. And though the road ahead may be fraught with challenges, I am fortified by the love and strength of my family, ready to embrace whatever destiny awaits us.