A finely dressed figure was knelt before the altar of the chapel. Latin prayers poured out of her mouth as she clutched her hands together in front of her. Her eyes looked up adoringly at the Madonna before her, as tears poured out of her eyes.

Katherine of Aragon, plump in face and figure thanks to numerous miscarriages and still births, was desperate. The look that had passed between one of her ladies Anne Boleyn and her husband, the King, hadn’t escaped her notice. She knew what Henry was up to. The only remedy for that was for her to fall pregnant again on one of his rare visits to her bedchamber. However this seemed unlikely. Katherine was almost certain that she wouldn’t be able to conceive again.She knew herself to be a source of disappointment to the King, having only given him one daughter, Mary.

She raised her eyes to the statue of the blessed Virgin in front of her.
“I beseech thee” she murmered, “Give me a son”