The Mistress of King Henry VIII

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Birth

Queen Victoria of Cambridge

June 3rd, 1521

I cursed as I held onto Charles had. I was in labor going on to the third day. No word has come from Henry and I feared either he is sleeping with Mistress Boylen again, which one, only he would tell. 

Or he fell from his horse and is dying with the whore near him. 

"I can't. I cannot do this anymore." I whispered as Emilia whipped my forehead. Morgana was standing near the physician. 

"Why will they not come Charles? Do they not want to me born?" I whispered and he chuckled. 

"They are stubborn like their mother. " He said and I saw the physician. 

"Let us perhaps stand and push. Gravity may be the cure and get these two out." He offered and I nodded as Charles helped me stayed and walk to where the rope was at. There was a knock on the door and in came Woosley. 

"Still no word of my husband?" I asked and Woosley stared at me. 

"I believe the news is best to be given after the arrival of the children, Your Grace." 

"It is Your Majesty. Do not forget yourself." I hissed as I held onto the rope and felt another pain. 

"Push now, Your Majesty." The doctor said and I hissed as I pushed. 

"Head! I see the head. Push!" 

"Where is the King?" Charles asked as he stood behind me to catch me. 

"Now Woosley!" I screamed as I pushed and finally heard a cry. 

"Your Majesty. You have given birth to a very healthy baby girl." He said and I stared at him as I held the rope. 

"It is a girl?" I whispered and he nodded as he handed the infant over to Morgana and I felt the pain again. 

"You must push in a moment. " The doctor said and I felt myself happy. A girl. Finally a daughter of my own blood. 

"The King has fallen from his horse. Thomas Boyle offered his home and The King accepted. He shall be returning soon. He may not ride his horse for quite some time." 

"He fell? Did he get hurt? Why wasn't I notified!" I demand as I stepped away from the rope and towards Woosley. 

"When The King was informed of your labors he commanded us not to. In case the children die." He said and I grabbed him by his shirt. 

"If it was my choice. I would release you of your duty and strip you of every single title and land you hold. You are a bastard. You only tell the King things that you feel is important. You are not the King. You were not chosen by The Almighty himself." I said before I doubled over. 

"Charles!" Emilia said and I felt arms hold me and lead me back to the ropes. 

"Push Your Majesty! Push!" 

I bent over and pulled as hard as I could on the ropes and pushed with all my might. 

"Again! Push!" 

I felt the head and pushed again before he could say anything else to me. 

As another cry entered the room I felt exhausted. I leaned against Charles as the physican stood up and bounced the child. 

"A girl. You have brought two healthy baby girls into the world Your Majesty. " He said and I smiled as I leaned forward. 

"No, you look as if you are going to pass out." Charles said as Emilia held on my arm and began leading me towards the bed. 

"What shall we call them Vicky?" 

"The eldest shall me Alice. Alice Margaret. The Youngest shall be Elizabeth" I whispered as I felt my eyes close. 

"Vicky?! Vicky open your eyes-" She began but all I saw was darkness. 

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I felt the bed move and I opened my eyes to see Henry sitting at the end of my bed. 

"The girls?" I whispered and he smiled and I noticed him holding them. 

"Alice and Elizabeth. I love their names." He confessed and I glared at him. 

"You lied. You will always lie to me. Say you will never take another but then you do." I snapped and he stared at me. 

"Woosley told me. Which one? Which sister did you bed? Mary or Anne? Poor Stafford. Can't control his father in law. Forcing his wife into your bed." I hissed as I sat up and snatched my daughters out of his hands. 

"Vicky." 

"Maybe I shall take my own mistress. Finally give you revenge." 

I looked down at Alice and Elizabeth and smiled seeing them hold each others hands. 

"Who would take? Charles? Julian?" 

"Perhaps both."