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Catherine was gently sobbing into her handkerchief. She was hoping that none of her ladies could see, but their telling glances proved her hope in vain. Today Henry would never again believe that she could give him a living son. His mistress had done that for him. Henry Fitzroy, as the bastard child was christened, was proof that the fault for not being able to produce a living boy child lay entirely with Catherine, and that all their blessed union was able to produce as heir to the mighty kingdom of England was one living, yet sickly daughter.
Catherine wept not only for herself, but for the Princess Mary. She was just a child, only three years of age and was still too young to understand just how her life would be different now. She would no longer be Henry's cherished daughter, the gift from God that promised to be the woman on which Henry's dynasty would be built, assuring his place in the history of England Henry wanted to outshine all who came before him, like his namesake, the glorious Henry V, hero of Agincourt. Mary could have been her father's legacy, but now Bessie Blount has shown the world that Henry is as any man, strong and virile, and able to get sons on the noble ladies that make a mockery of their marriage vows, or their maidenhood to tumble into His Majesty's bed, knowing that when he gets tired of his plaything, she will be rewarded with gifts of land and marriage far beyond her station.