AN: Welcome to the next installment of 'A Chance Not Worth Taking'. Can you believe it? Only the epilogue to go after this (which I have already started writing). It is a bit longer than usual but wait to you see the epilogue. In any case, I would like to thank once again, anyone that has reviewed, favourite or alerted this story. It really does mean a lot.
In any case, thanks for reading!
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11 October 1537
All of the Queen's ladies and the Lady Mary were all in waiting upon the heavily pregnant Queen who was due any day now. Rosalie had made it her mission to stay back as far as possible from the Queen and preferred to help Ursula Misseldon out with the new baby clothes.
It wasn't like she harboured any ill feelings towards the Queen, in fact she wished her all the best for the birth but she didn't want to be in the room with the labour. She had been capable of controlling her thirst for blood but didn't want to tempt anything so she had decided among the ladies that she would be the messenger though none of them knew why and she wasn't about to disclose the reasons with any of them.
The door of the chamber swung open and in walked Lady Rochford. She was heading straight to the Queen with a pleasant smile across her face. Jane smiled at her even though she looked uncomfortable due to the dress she was. "Lady Rochford," said Jane pleasantly.
"You majesty," said Lady Rochford, as she rised out of her curtsy. "Lady Lisle has written to me asking if your majesty might find a place in your household for one of her two daughters. I told her that I would mention it to you."
"Have you warned the Lady Lisle that life at court is full of pride, envy, scorn and derision," said Jane in almost joking fashion. Lady Rochford laughed a little. "If you have then have her send them to me and I will choose one of them. And remember they must bring two sets of clothes on in satin, the other of damask."
Rochford smiled and curtsied towards the Queen. "Madame," she said before walking off.
"Mistress Hale, Lady Misseldon, help me unlace my gown, it seems to grow tighter by the hour," Jane said. Both of the ladies smiled at the Queen but found it odd that she was calling two of her ladies to help her with the task as usually only one was needed.
As the two ladies were unlacing the Queen's gown, the Queen moved her head in closer to theirs with a worried look across her face. "If anything should happen to me, be a comfort to his majesty." Both of them looked between each other and then the Queen. They didn't know what to say. Both of them just nodded their heads and then started to move away.
All of a sudden, the Queen fell a little and was looking for the table for support. Ursula and Rosalie were quick to take hold of the Queen, making sure that she indeed did not fall over. "Do not be alarmed ladies," said Jane in a calm voice while she gripped Ursula's arm and Mary's hand for support. "But I think that my time has come."
Jane then started talking to the Lady Mary about not forsaking her during the birth of her child, hopefully the much prayed for son, the golden prince. Once she had Mary's reassurance, she turned to Rosalie, Ursula and Jane Boleyn. "Then all will be well, go and fetch the midwife."
Lady Mary helped the Queen into bed for the labour of her child whilst Jane Boleyn and Ursula went to fetch the midwife. Rosalie decided to tell Henry about his son was almost here and that his wife had gone into labour.
Rosalie quickly made her way to the King's chambers and opened the door. He spun around looking at Rosalie directly in the eye and for once it wasn't with lust or passion but it was with actually concern for his wife. "Well," he said. "Is it time?"
"Yes your majesty," replied Rosalie with a smile on her face. In both the King's household and in the Queen's, everyone knew that Rosalie would be the messenger today so the King wasn't that surprised when she had walked in the room. He already knew what it meant.
"Send my physician to watch over her," said Henry now coming towards her and the gentlemen on the privy chambers that were standing behind her. The last man nodded and walked out of the room to follow the King's command. "And Bishop Gardiner and send some heralds into the city to tell them the news." The next two men nodded and left the room. He then turned to Rosalie. "And Cromwell, tell Mr Cromwell, tell him... tell him that whole worlds hang in the balance."
Rosalie nodded and went to find Emmett to tell Mr Cromwell as she didn't really want to the man herself. After she told Emmett who reluctantly went to do what Rosalie asked him to do, she started walking quickly back to the Queen's chambers. A courtier was walking through the corridors at same time. He was yelling out the cheerful news. "It's happening! It's happening! A pray to God to see that he wills us a Prince!"
Rosalie smiled at the happiness at the court. She had to say that she hadn't been here for the beginning of Henry's marriage to Anne Boleyn so she couldn't say what the atmosphere had been like for the birth of Elizabeth but she suspected that it wasn't as excited as it was for Jane's labour.
She quickly made her way back to the Queen's chamber. Waiting outside already was the Earl of Hertford. They both nodded towards each other while Rosalie went in to see how everything was progressing.
Jane was screaming as each contraction came and as she watched the scene unfolding in front of her she was slightly glad that she would never have to experience such pain though she was sure that she had suffered worse pain during her transformation into a vampire. She remembered that it had burned.
The Queen's breathing was heavy and rapid. She held onto Ursula's hand in one of her hands and her other hand was holding on to the Lady Mary's. Rosalie could hear the physicians consulting each other.
Surely they weren't consulting about undertaking one of the more drastic measures! They were only a couple of hours into the labour.
Meanwhile, Jane turned towards the Lady Mary. "Lady Mary," she said between heavy breaths.
"Yes Madame." Mary replied.
"The box," she said directing her eye sight towards a box near the fireplace. Mary went and picked it up. She took it back to her position on the side of Jane's bed. She opened it up and inside was a gold chain with a gold cross on it. She gave it to Jane and Jane looked at it. "It used to belong to your mother."
Mary looked between the gold chain and then the Queen. "I believe that she is here with us." Jane kissed the cross. "I believe with all my heart that she will help you."
Jane then screamed as another contraction came through. She had never heard of labour being this hard. Why was God making this labour so difficult she wondered?
12 October 1537
The Queen had finally after over a day she had given birth to her child and the child was a healthy living son.
Her ladies had been with her for the long haul and during this time some of them doubted that the Queen would even make it through alive. They had all believed that it would come down to the life of the mother or of the child.
When the child came into the world and its first cries were heard, everyone was thrilled. Edward Seymour had been waiting outside the entire time and was relieved once the child's cries were heard.
Rosalie came out of the birthing chamber and into the chamber outside. She curtsied towards the Earl but then made her way straight past him and started walking towards the King's chambers to tell him the good news. Unfortunately for Rosalie, the Earl was hot on her trail.
"Mistress Hale," he called out whilst walking as quickly as he could to catch up to Rosalie without actually running. Rosalie didn't turn around but Edward was sure that she heard him. "Mistress Hale, tell me, what did my sister deliver."
A smirk grew across Rosalie's face but she dared not tell him, it was fun playing this game with him. She continued to walk and not saying a word to him until they reached the outside of the King's chambers.
She turned to the Earl who seemed a bit of breath. "Your sister had a son, your grace." She watched as the smile grew across his face.
She then went into the King's chambers with Edward Seymour still right on her tail. Rosalie smiled at Henry as he lifted his head from the table where he must have fallen asleep. He nodded towards Rosalie and Edward to tell him what has happened.
Rosalie was first to speak. "Her majesty is delivered of a healthy son."
It was if Henry was amazed at this. He couldn't believe his ears. A son, his sweet Jane had given him his greatest desire. He stood up. "I have a son." Rosalie nodded and smiled. "I have a son."
"Yes your majesty, you have a son," said Edward as if Henry was a dimwit.
Rosalie knew that Henry would be so pleased to have a son though in some ways she found is disgusting. He had not yet even asked how his wife was doing, if she was well or if she had even come through the whole ordeal alive. He just kept on saying that he had a son.
She was most sure Henry was not like this at either the birth of Mary or Elizabeth. They had both been hoped to be boys. Instead they were two intelligent and beautiful daughters but Henry could never see pass the fact that they were not boys. What made boys so special anyway? Women could do anything they could do better.
Rosalie thought to herself that Anne Boleyn would be rolling in her grave at St Peter ad Vincula at the fact that her rival had given Henry what she never could. She knew that either Anne or Katherine would have killed to be in the position Jane was in know. She was safe and no harm could ever come to her now.
24 October 1537
Here lieth a Phoenix, by whose death
Another Phoenix life gave breath:
It is to be lamented much
The world at once ne'er knew two such.
Maybe Anne Boleyn had gotten her revenge from the grave after all.
Rosalie couldn't believe the irony of what she had thought only two days ago. She had thought that no harm would come to Queen Jane know that she had delivered a son but how wrong she had been.
The harm had not been created by the husband, well not entirely or intentionally, like it had been done with Queen Katherine and Queen Anne but instead this time it came in the form of her own child, her own blessed Edward.
A phoenix now laid still for giving up her life for that of her son, her only child, to be born. It was not truly all the child's fault. It birth, it was more the aftermath. Queen Jane had gotten an infection, child bed fever. When they told Henry of her fever, he knew it immediately as it was what had also killed his mother, Queen Elizabeth of York.
There was no way they could save her, no matter how much he tried to convince her that she had to survive for the sake of her son and because she was the milk of human kindness.
It was useless.
The Queen was dead.
Now it was left to Rosalie and Ursula to be a comfort to his majesty, just like they had promised the Queen. Rosalie thought it quite strange that it was almost like Jane knew what was going to happen to her.
Now the phoenix was no more but it gave other's hope and life.
AN: Well I hope you enjoyed that chapter. Even though I am more of an Anne Boleyn fan and got emotional at her death, I did also feel emotional at Jane's death. I actually have a sort-of respect for Jane thanks to Annabelle's performance. She was truly a marvelous Jane. In any case... I best be off to write the epilogue.
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