Who: Mary, Anne, and whoever else wishes to join What: Mary's given birth When: six to eight weeks after her last sighting Where: Hever castle
Well she'd done it. She'd given the King his long-hoped for son. Of course it was another bastard, like Henry Fitzroy, but it was a son, nonetheless, and proved that he was capable of having sons. It was merely his wife who was incapable of giving them to him.
But it had been a long, labor, as it was bound to be with a stubborn son coming out. And Mary was exhausted. She'd been resting most of the day, her son already being tended to by a lovely wet nurse from the nearby country. An even-tempered pretty young thing who was sure to pass on her temperament to the babe.
Shifting slightly on her bed, Mary stifled a moan as she used muscles that needed to rest a bit longer. Mmm. She just wants to stay in the country, not go back to the court.