Summer 1530
The wait had been an anxious affair for Eleanor.
Her stomach had swelled but with the last time that she’d thought that she was with child...well she hadn’t dared to hope. The King’s black rages were well known and most times they’d attempted to lay together had been a disaster. There was gossip at court about Richard’s intentions with her and if he really would have her put aside.
Eleanor already knew, if he attempted to have her sent to a nunnery so that he might take a new bride. Well she would simply go, after all that had happened with those two poor women had served under her...Eleanor knew the cost of the King’s anger and she would not turn it on her own head.
Still Eleanor knew this had to be her last chance, if she was with child and she could bring the King a living son...
Well it would secure her position and any letters that had been dispatched to Cleves, apparently one of the only men willing to send a daughter into Richard’s arms could be ignored. “Friendly Overtures” apparently but Eleanor was no fool, she knew what this would mean for her.
She’d summoned the physician after a bad night, now Eleanor peered down at him anxiously as he carefully examined her.
He suddenly straightened, giving her a respectful nod.
“Well?” Eleanor asked, taking care not to let the quiver in her voice sound.
“I suspect I know what kept you up Your Majesty, it is nothing to worry about,”
“Do you mean...” Eleanor trailed off, barely able to ask the question in case he was about to confirm her worst fears.
“Simply that the babe has quickened Madam, it was rude of the child to keep you awake but...”
Eleanor nearly sagged down into the mattress out of sheer relief. A child! A child for England at last!
She managed a delighted smile, “A good sign, God Willing. We simply may have an active Prince of Wales on our hands,”
The Physician gave her a nod, “Indeed, I would suspect that Your Majesties will see the new year in with the birth. If you will forgive me for being so informal, I know that you were concerned...”
Eleanor gave a nod, “Well it does not matter now. I will not question Our Lord and the way he chooses. He has blessed myself and the King with a child at last,”
She caught the eye of one of her ladies who had been observing quietly, “If you would be so kind to fetch His Majesty, Joan? I am sure that he will be delighted to hear that the babe has quickened and we are to be blessed and he ought to hear it from my lips,”
Joan nodded, bobbing into a respectful curtesy as Eleanor lay back in quiet contemplation.
Whatever happened, she silently prayed, at least let her deliver a healthy child. A child that would be the hope of England, a child that would put all the ills of their father to rest.
That was all she could pray for now.