Grew up in the French Court
Oui, oui, bonjour
Life was a chore so (she set sail)
1522 came straight to the UK
All the British dudes, lame
Epic fail
Ooh, I wanna dance and sing
Politics, not my thing
Ooh, but then I met the King
And soon my daddy sa...
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The King then walks into Margaret's chambers where her ladies and the doctors all bow and curtsy to him. Henry nods at them and then walks into Margaret's bedchambers where Bess curtsies to him and then leaves the room to give her mistress and the King some privacy.
"Margaret". Henry says smiling. "How is my son?"
Margaret smiles gently at Henry as she holds onto their son in her arms. "Well, Your Majesty".
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Henry smiles at this as he stands in front of Margaret's bed. "Let me see my son".
He then walks closer to Margaret and takes his son from her arms as Margaret watches him cradle the newborn. Henry held the newborn baby boy softly as he smiled down at him. "My boy". Henry said proudly. Henry then turns to Margaret and smiles at her. "You have given me a son". He tells her. "His name shall be Charles". Henry declared. "My boy, Prince Charles Tudor".
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"What?" Margaret asked in shock.
"I am so proud of you Margaret". Henry says ignoring her question as he leans down on the bed and hands her Charles and then kisses her forehead gently. "Oh, so very proud, my darling".
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