Prologue
George stood outside the room, as he listened to his wife scream he wondered whether there would be any sort of relief from this constant waiting. It was almost torturous, for three hours it had gone this way. Twisting and turning, George had not been good with waiting. Their daughters were asleep in another room of the palace, thank God. He did not think he could handle their wails as well. Eventually, the wails stopped, and a door opened. “Your Royal Highness, would you like to enter?” The nurse said. George nodded, and pushed passed her. He saw that his father in law, the King was there already, as was his mother in law, the Queen. They were two very strange people, with their popery. He moved to the bed. “Anne, my darling.” He said softly. “How are you?” His wife did not reply; she was too busy gazing at the child they had made. The child who had tufts of black hair, and was suckling at her nipple.
“It’s a boy.” His father in law said by way of explanation. “What will you name him?”
Anne looked at him then and then at her father. “James, after you Your Majesty.” George saw the King smile and then turned his attention back to his son.
“A fine name, for a fine boy.” He murmured, kissing the top of his son’s head.
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And here we are. This is something I've been wanting to do for a while now.
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