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Our patience will achieve more than our force.

-Edmund Burke

July 31, 1536- Greenwich Palace (9 months pregnant)

Anne Boleyn had never been so impatient in her life. This child was supposed to be born more than a week ago, but no, it decided to stay within her and take its precious time. Right now, she could care less if the child was a girl or a boy, as long as it got out ASAP.

Henry, naturally, didn't care how long the child took to finally come out, as long as it was a healthy son that he claimed 'England needed'. All the time, without fail, during his daily visits, he would sit down and ask after how she was feeling, to which she would respond that the kicking and stabbing of the child's feet and hands to her belly was getting annoying, and that he would never stop the activity, he was always moving. The annoyance was extremely easy to catch on her voice and on her face, and it took everything for him to hold back the smirk that was threatening to push forth onto his face.

On one such day, Anne was even more annoyed than ever. The heat from the endless summer sun pushed in even through the barred windows and made the dark room hot and unbearable, and Anne, unable to move around her large belly, was trapped suffering within her own little world. To ease the discomfort, she didn't wear any gowns minus a light chemise shift, and her hair was wrapped up into an unelaborated bun.

To be honest, Henry was quite astonished when he walked into the room to see the usually so well put together Anne laying on top of the thick blankets with only a shift on and her hair put up so unelaborately. For the past five months, even though her family, her ladies in waiting, and himself, were the only ones to see her, she was so well put together.

Obviously the heat had gotten to her.

"And how are you today, Anne?"

His question was just like every other day's question, and like so many other days lately it was met with an angry expression and a sigh.

"The heat. Can't there be anything done to get rid of this heat?"

It was more of a plea than anything else, and it made his heartstrings tug as she shifted slightly, her large belly forbidding her to do much more than shift about an inch or so.

"I am sorry, dear. But, the weather is out of my power."

Her response was a little, irritated sigh to which, in response, he came over to the bed, sat down and took her hand in his and placed his other hand on her stomach, where there son greeted him with a firm kick. Feeling the movement he couldn't help but grin. It was a sign that the child grew happy and healthy within his mother.

"Well, you can't control the weather. But can you at least try to convince the child to stop taking his sweet time inside there and come out? I'm going stir crazy in here!"

He chuckled slightly, remembering the times that his mother would often go crazy with the lying in times just like Anne would. He had never had such a problem with Katherine, who was always quiet about the tedious process and accepted everything in stride.

Though he also knew, though she never mentioned it, that Anne was nervous. She knew that she was sitting on the edge of a cliff, and the sooner that the child came out a strong, healthy son, the sooner her position as queen would be safe.

"He will come when he is ready to introduce himself to the world. Stop being so impatient." He gave her a soft peck on the forehead before standing up and heading towards the door. "I must leave for now, but I will be back later tonight. Get some rest."

As he left, Anne rolled her eyes. Her mind seemed to wander a thousand different ways before she slowly felt herself wander into darkness, and slowly lull off to sleep.

It had to be not more than three hours before George came strolling into the room and plopped down on the bed. He watched as his sister turned her head back and forth in her dreams for a while before he poked her awake. Her dark eyes met his with a look of irritation, to which he could only grin back at.

"Little annoyed today are we not sister?"

"You would be too if you were stuck in this hot room all day all the time and you had a kicking child within you that was supposed to be out more than a week ago."

Her tone was biting, and he raised his hands up in joke surrender.

"Back down tiger. I was only asking an innocent question."

His tone was joking, and Anne's shoulders sank before softly throwing an apology. George only nodded before placing a hand on her shoulder and grinning.

"Besides, your patience will be rewarded when you hold a beautiful son within your arms that resembles the king."

That had her smiling, as the image entered her mind of a child with her looks heavily intertwined with Henry's. A son that would grow to be a wonderful king and caring brother, husband, and someday father of his own children. Though the thought was soon interrupted and a frown replaced her smile when another thought entered her head. A son with the same looks, but this time pale and lifeless. Or, not even a son resembling its father, but another daughter resembling its father.

"George, but what if it's another girl? Or if it's just born dead? What will happen to us then?"

The thought was a scary one, and, though he knew that it would most likely mean a certain fall from grace of the Boleyn and Howard family, he pretended not to know.

"We will come to that if it happens, sister. But, I guarantee you; you carry the king's healthy, lively son within you. Ill thoughts will only cause you unneeded stress."

About four hours later saw Anne in a fast sleep and her ladies in waiting close but keeping themselves occupied with various card games, sewing, or reading. It was relatively quiet minus a few light giggles.

Though, that was soon all interrupted when a sharp cry from the sleeping queen startled everyone.

"Nan!"

Her frightened voice called out for her chief lady in waiting to which the woman quickly entered the bedchamber. Anne was sitting up in bed, the sleep not yet brushed from her eyes, and she was clutching her stomach. She looked up with a painful expression as Nan entered the room.

"I do believe that it is time that England has a prince."