Margaret is in her chambers reading when one of her ladies rushes into the room with a scared look on her face. "My Lady! My Lady! O My Lady!" Alice says as her dear friend who was visiting with her Lord Arthur Dale turns around to see the distraught lady rush over to her mistress.
Upon hearing the fear in her lady's voice, Margaret immediately closes her book and stands up to her feet to meet Alice halfway. "Alice. What is it? What's happened? Is it the Queen?" Margaret asked worriedly. Alice still stares at Margaret for a bit as Margaret then waves her hand in Alice's face gaining her attention again. "Alice, what's happened?!" Margaret exclaimed.
"O My Lady, the King has fallen from his horse and been crushed". Alice tells her. "They... they say he is likely to die". Alice finished as Margaret gasped and held onto her pregnant belly.
"Arthur..." Margaret calls out to him. Arthur quickly rushes over to Margaret's side and catches her as she starts to fall. "What is to happen to me and the baby?" Margaret asked out of fear.
"He can't die, Arthur. He just can't". Margaret says as Arthur leads her to a chair and sits her down. "My child will surely be a bastard now". Margaret says as she begins to cry out of fear for her unborn child. She is an unwed woman carrying the King's bastard child.
She has no standing whatsoever which means that if the King dies before he can even recognize her child then she is completely on her own. She would truly be disgraced and no one would want her.
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A Few Hours Later
Anne is in all black as she stands in front of the altar inside of the palace's cathedral praying for her husband's recovery. She lowers herself to the altar steps and then closes her eyes and bows her head as she continues to pray for her husband. Anne then gets on her hands and knees and continues her prayers. As Anne continues to cry and pray for her husband foot steps are heard behind her.
Anne turns her head a little and then turns around to see that the person behind her is Cromwell. Without saying a word to each other Cromwell stares at her for a moment before bowing his head to her out of respect. Anne then turns back around and begins to pray again.
Cromwell then lowers himself down to his knees and begins to pray alongside the Queen for his King's health and recovery.
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A Few Nights Later
Later that night after the feast celebrating the King's recovery and health, Henry slips into Margaret's bedchambers where he finds her already sleeping and holding onto her pregnant belly in a protect manner. Henry admires her beauty for a moment as he smiles softly down at her before slipping into the bed with her and wrapping his arms around her protectively.
Margaret groans sleepily as she takes the King's hand in hers and nuzzles closer to him as all of her worries slowly begin to slip away knowing that the King is indeed alive and well.
Henry smiles at this gesture made by Margaret as he kisses her gently on the head and then lays down next to her. Going into a wonderful and peaceful sleep right next to her and their unborn son.
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Don't Lose Ur Head
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