Prologue: The Life That Would Have Been
“The labour was long and hard but eventually it was all over and I hold my new born son in my arms. I am so grateful, after giving birth to a stillborn daughter last year.” Catherine thought as she lay back on the pillows, holding her son.
Her peace was short lived as through the door came her husband King Henry VIII, King of England.
“Where is he? Where is my son?” he asked looking around.
“Here, my lord.” She replied.
Henry came and sat on the bedside looking at the baby in her arms.
“Would you like to hold him?” Catherine asked.
Henry didn’t reply but nodded; a midwife came forwards and took the baby from Catherine’s arms and into Henry’s arms. The baby who had been asleep awoke at the change of arms and looked into his father’s eyes.
“Is he healthy?” Henry asked.
“Yes completely healthy and already strong.” Catherine replied. “What shall we call him?”
“Henry after me.” Henry said.
“I couldn’t agree more my lord.” Catherine replied.
“Well I must be going. There are arrangements still to be made for the christening and the celebrations to go with it.” Henry said placing the baby back in Catherine’s arms.
Three days later the baby was christened Henry, Prince of Wales, future King of England, Duke of Cornwall and Earl of Richmond. 50 days later he was desperately ill.