Little Princes

... Another interesting excerpt from these transcribed entries concerns a very taboo subject for the early 20ths century. The Queen would detail her miscarriages.

April 20th, in His year 1403,

No breath beneath their barreled ribs. No blood pumping in their veins. No stare in the eyes. I hold him close, and I cry out for the assailant of such a crime for mercy. I cry out for God. I cry out for nothing. Their little beds of fine hair crown their heads, where gold should have sat. The midwives don't take their time with washing them, they see no use. One of my husband's men carry him away. They don't bury them in the crypts with the rest of their family. My little princes. I imagine their sweet carcasses in unmarked graves in cold dirt, seperate from one another in months of dirt. The only Kingdom they rule must be in Heaven. My little princes.