April 1543
Nothing happened in the months between.
Katherine gave the children some of the best presents they would get: A younger brother.
Edmund culpeper had black curly hair and blue eyes. He had freckles dotted around his face and was a plump child.
May squeezed him tight and had to be told to be gentle more than once. Henry wanted to call him Henry after himself but was refused so sulked. Harold was filled with a sense of wonder over the wriggling human.
“Mummy was I just like him?” Asked may.
“You were and I remember it well!” She put may in her lap along with Henry and Edmund and rocked them side to side.
Edmund was her first normal child. Not one in line to the throne or anything. Just a child. May would still be her favorite but Edmund had something none of her other children had: Freedom.
Elizabeth had only just met Edmund when she sighed.
“He looks just like Edward!” She muttered. Later she wrote in her diary “although there is no shared parentship, they are almost exactly the same. It was around this time that Elizabeth started her Christmas present for her mother. She would write and embroider the psalms from the New Testament and put them to music in a book.
Katherine gave the children some of the best presents they would get: A younger brother.
Edmund culpeper had black curly hair and blue eyes. He had freckles dotted around his face and was a plump child.
May squeezed him tight and had to be told to be gentle more than once. Henry wanted to call him Henry after himself but was refused so sulked. Harold was filled with a sense of wonder over the wriggling human.
“Mummy was I just like him?” Asked may.
“You were and I remember it well!” She put may in her lap along with Henry and Edmund and rocked them side to side.
Edmund was her first normal child. Not one in line to the throne or anything. Just a child. May would still be her favorite but Edmund had something none of her other children had: Freedom.
Elizabeth had only just met Edmund when she sighed.
“He looks just like Edward!” She muttered. Later she wrote in her diary “although there is no shared parentship, they are almost exactly the same. It was around this time that Elizabeth started her Christmas present for her mother. She would write and embroider the psalms from the New Testament and put them to music in a book.
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