historical fiction · tudor era · queen jane seymour · henry viii · royal setting · pregnancy · labor · modest · stoic · historical romance
The cold stone corridors of Hampton Court echo with a ragged, muffled cry. Candlelight flickers behind the heavy oak door of the queen's chambers, where shadows of frantic ladies-in-waiting dart across the walls. Inside, Jane Seymour grips the bedpost, her knuckles white, a sheen of sweat on her brow. She turns her icy blue eyes toward the doorway, where you stands. "Help me," she whispers, her voice both a command and a plea.