Angel has been abused since her mother died until she ran away before her dad could trade her for a son. But the abuse didn't stop. After she was paced in a foster home with a guy named Henry Manox, she was hurt constantly. Until the most wonderful...
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(That's what she's thought to have looked like)
Tw Death, child loss (miscarriage & stillbirth)
Jane's POV
Edward walks over and hops in my lap.
"I'm not going anywhere, Mummy. I'm right here, and I love you." He says. I hug him so tight.
Flashback
"Edward! My very own little prince." I say happily holding my baby. I did it. I will forever go down in history as the one that gave King Henry VIII a legitimate son. But at what cost? There were things I regretted in my life, and I was growing weaker by the second.
"Your Majesty." Jane Meutas, my lady in waiting better known as Joan says. She curtsies. "Forgive me for speaking out of turn, but the nurses are coming and they think you won't last the night." I look at my boy, the little boy gripping onto my hand. So beautiful, so pure, so... innocent.
"I'm sorry." I say tearing up. "Remember this, my Eddie. You'll never be alone. I will always be by your side." I feel my grip on him weaken until there's nothing but blackness.
Flashback
"Edward?" I call. I feel something in my hand. A paper something. What? How do I know that word and why am I not calling it "parchment"?
Dear Jane Seymour, Welcome back! My friends in heaven and I decided to bring you and the other five wives of Henry back home and into the 21st century. There's a lot to catch you up on. Changes in English, LGBTQ+ is allowed, your son died at fifteen, your allowed to explore as many religions as you'd like.
"WHAT?!" I ask. My only son... dead so young
I understand how hard it must be to wrap your head around that, I lost my child too... when I died and many children that never got to live.... Anyway, the others will be joining soon. In fact, everyone should be in the building with you. Best of luck with your second chance. Lily
'If she means everyone, that means Edward could be here!' I think happily. I walk out to begin my search. I hear familiar female voices talking. "Have either of you seen my son?" They both look at me.
"Jane?" One of the woman ask. I finally start to recognize them.
"Your Majesties!" I say. I curtsy.
"Jane, please rise." Catherine of Argon says.
"You had a son?" Anne says distantly.
"Yes." I say slowly. Anne looks away.
"Wait, you didn't have a son?" Aragon says to Anne.
"I had a miscarriages and two stillbirths. I know at least one of the stillbirths was a boy." Anne says sad. She looks at Aragon angrily. "I literally just got done saying that I never got to raise my daughter." I feel so guilty at the mention of Lizzie. I wasn't always kind to her in my past life, but everything I did was out of guilt.
"Anne, I swear, I never meant for him to behead you." I say.
"It's okay, Jane. Really. I forgive you. You didn't sign the warrant. I'm just sad that I missed watching my Elizabeth grow up." She says.
"In the years I got too know both of your children, both as your lady in waiting and their stepmother, I can tell you with confidence, you both did such a great job." I say. Anne hugs me up tight. "I missed my little cousin." She sighs.
"I missed you too. So much." She says gripping me tightly. She looks at me. "But I'm still an entire six years older." I roll my eyes.
"You had to bring that up." I joke. She playfully hits me
"Excuse me. Have you seen a teenage girl around here? She's probably wearing a tight necklace around her neck like the green one's." A women in red asks.
