October, 1537
"I believe we will have to cut Your Majesty's belly, my King.", the accoucheur announces while Henry enters his spouses's chambers.
Henry is known by his bad temper, one thing that Jane, his Queen, was able to control over the short years they've been together.
"And will that save my child?", anxiousness was clearly evident in his voice in result of Jane's painful screams.
"Yes, I believe so, Your Majesty. But... Queen Jane may die if we do so."
Jane screams one more time.
"Do what you must do. Just make sure you save my child." The King bends over his wife's bed and whispers "My love, my Queen, don't ever leave me. I know you'll be here to see our son. I'll give him the name you've always wanted."
And with those words, Your Majesty leaves the room.
Gladly, there was no need to do a cesarean. The Queen gave birth to a healthy boy. King Henry couldn't be more happy with the new. Finally he had a boy who'd succeed him! After two unsuccessful marriages where he only got two girls, Mary and Elizabeth, he now had a son.
"My son!", he says. "My son! I have my own boy! The Prince of England!"
Everyone is reunited around Queen Jane's bed watching the recent parents holding their child.
"How are you feeling, my King?" Jane's tired but still delicate and sweet voice echoes through the big room.
"Harry." Henry says.
"Harry?" Jane smiles. Her love for the two men of her life being evident in one simple face expression.
"Just as you wished, my lovely Jane. You said you'd like our son to be called Harry. You gave me everything you promised: your truthful love, your friendship, my heir... Oh, Jane, I owe you my life. The next King of England is called Harry, son of Henry VIII and Queen Jane. And I know we'll love the Prince with all our hearts and souls."
What King Henry didn't know was that his Queen would die twelve days later of postpartum fever, leaving him all alone. He locked himself in his chambers located in Windsor, where he mourned his true love. And in the real world, England was once more falling apart.
Everyone was talking about the new Prince of England. So young and already so well-known all round Europe. But no one seemed to care about the Queen's death.
King Henry had lost his consciousness, it was said by his fool. His days were spent writing letters for his dead love and drawing what seemed to be the Nonsuch Palace. A palace that, by the own King's words, would make the King of France die of jealousy. The palace where his son would grow and prepare himself to be a good future King.
Where Prince Harry would find his love and die with along with it.
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Harry, the Fool
Historical FictionSon of Henry VIII and Jane Seymour, King and Queen of England, Harry Tudor knows he has no choice over his future. He is destined to be the future King and his spouse already has a name. And Harry didn't have a word in all of this. *** This is a Ha...
