My mother nearly died giving me life. She was a mere 12 years old when she married my father and he wasted no time in consummating the marriage. When my father died of the plague before my birth, my mother was but a child and left with my uncle until she had given birth to me. Who am I you ask, I am Henry Tudor.

My first ever story on Fanfiction. I wrote this for a class, what would happen if Anne Boleyn had learned of the rumors about herself before her execution. Would she run and if she did would she make it?