#palace of placentia

[intriguingpeoplebyangelafloyd]

GREENWICH PALACE

The Palace of Placentia, also known as Greenwich Palace, was an English royal residence that was initially built by Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, in 1443. The palace was a pleasaunce; a place designed for pleasure, entertainment, and an escape from the city. It was located at Greenwich on the south bank of the River Thames, downstream from London. On a hill behind the palace he built Duke Humphrey's Tower, later known as Greenwich Castle; it was subsequently demolished to make way for the Royal Observatory, Greenwich, which survives. The original river-side residence was extensively rebuilt around 1500 by Henry VII. A detached residence, the Queen's House, was built on the estate in the early 1600s and also survives. In 1660, the main palace was demolished by Charles II to make way for a proposed new palace, which was never constructed. Nearly forty years later, the Greenwich Hospital (now called the Old Royal Naval College) was built on the site.

#greenwichpalace#palaceofplacentia#thetudors#riverthames

[elysabeththequeene]

Initially, the princess's life would have been a simple one, based in the old palace of Placentia at Greenwich. Nothing remains now of the buildings Elizabeth would have known there as a child, which would be demolished and rebuilt by her future husband, Henry VII.

⎯ Amy Licence, Elizabeth of York: The Forgotten Tudor Queen

[richmond-rex]

I just realised I've written two fics set on Halloween (All Hallows' Eve) so if you're interested in that sort of thing there's no day like today to read them! 🦇

One is set in 1470: Margaret Beaufort and her son visit Queen Elizabeth and her children in sanctuary after Henry VI's readeption.

The other one is set in 1457: When met with an unexpected storm Henry VI is forced to seek refuge at his wife's Palace of Placentia.

[une-sanz-pluis]

The terminology used for Humphrey’s palace is revealing. Several writers insist that he called it ‘Bella Court’, although apparently with little foundation. It seems to have been known as ‘the Pleasaunce’ (‘placentia’) during Gloucester’s lifetime, as letters patent dated ‘at his manor of Plaisance’ in 1445 attest, and it is referred to as such throughout Queen Margaret’s building accounts for 1447. The term was used from the later fourteenth century for relatively intimate buildings detached from main ranges and intended for use by a lord’s favoured circle. Perhaps the most notable example of this is type of building is the ‘Pleasaunce’ at Kenilworth, Warwickshire, fashioned for Henry V around 1414. This was a moated islet, approached, like Greenwich, by water, and accommodating a timber pavilion comprising a hall and chambers. Indeed, Gloucester may have intended deliberately to emulate Henry’s idyllic retreat, just as Bedford had replicated their brother’s ‘pleasaunce’ at Fulbroke, also using brick rather than timber.

Amanda Richardson, "Greenwich's first royal landscape: the lost palace and park of Humphrey of Gloucester" Southern History, 34, 2012.

[thunyielding]

the unyieldling bodement , princess elizabeth of england , daughter of anne boleyn

penned by velvet. for bloodydayshq

BULLETPOINTS: 

name: elizabeth tudor age/dob: twenty five / 5th may 1534 status/rank: princess of england country of origin: england place of birth: the palace of placentia, england birth order: she is her father’s fourth child, her mother’s second - her brother edward being only a few months younger than her mother & father: queen anne boleyn & king henry tudor viii ✟ siblings: duke henry fitzroy of richmond ✟ (illegitimate), queen mary of spain, king william iii of england, edward seymour (illegitimate, unknown) sexuality: bisexual horoscope: taurus  virtues: earnest, alleviating, enlightened vices: opinionated, impulsive, domineering marital status: n/a issue: n/a alliance(s): king william iii, the reformation, the boleyn family adversaries: the seymour family, strict anti-reformist courtiers, spain

TIMELINE:

1534 — Born in Palace of Placentia to Anne Boleyn, named after her grandmothers Elizabeth of York & Lady Elizabeth Howard, her godparents were Thomas Cranmer, Henry Courtenay, Elizabeth Strafford & Margaret Wotton 1536 — Moved to Hatfield House for her safety & education after the death of Katherine of Aragon, her mother suffers a stillborn son and Jane Seymour gives birth to a son, Edward 1537 — Edward, Thomas & Jane Seymour are beheaded to secure the rumours around William & Elizabeth’s legitimacy 1538 — Mary Tudor returns to court and marries Philip of Spain, leaving England 1439 — Her first summer is spent at Hever Castle 1545 — A warrant for the arrest of Anne Boleyn is signed, but her death is only just dodged. Elizabeth remains at Hatfield House, but by the end of the year begins to travel to Greenwich Palace and Hampton Court on occasion to see her parents 1557 — King Henry VIII dies, followed by William (her older brother) as the next King of England, Elizabeth moves to court to join her brother’s coronation and present herself as no longer daughter but sister 1559 — Anne Boleyn marries Thomas Wyatt, Elizabeth joins court again to attend the wedding

BIOGRAPHY:

The chroniclers of Henry’s Tudor Court would describe the birth of Elizabeth Tudor for years to come - mostly, her beginning was an enigma; a mythology of its own. Seymour Loyalists would whisper that she had been born from the low-hanging fruit of the Percy household due to her mother’s swindling ways. Others would declare that she had been conceived well before the private marriage between the King and his adored subject, Anne Boleyn. Others, coated in sugar by the royal household, would bear the new Princess as a holy comet sent to signal a new dawn and age upon the English royal throne. 

But beneath each and every whisper comes a slither of truth. She had arrived fighting, her lungs heavy with breath as she took her first screams. Coated in her mother’s blood with the feral instinct of Tudor burning within her eyes, Elizabeth was heralded as the King’s legitimate and most beloved daughter - and in time, as Henry Tudor would insist, a son would follow. 

Separated soon after to be fed by a wet nurse, Elizabeth barely knew her parents as a bairn. Surely, she was visited now and again but to an infant they were but strangers who’d sometimes bring new toys or would influence her household to bow and curtsey with deep admiration. No, she didn’t know them as any other normal child would’ve - but then, Elizabeth wasn’t normal. She never would be. With fire shimmering atop her crown, she was prepared to enlist herself into a lifetime offered for England’s future. As her parents brought forth a new playmate, Elizabeth was taught to give way and stand aside for the baby who was now heralded as the one and true heir of the English Kingdom that had once been ruled by giants - descendents of Troy, or so her nanny would whisper. 

As a girl, Elizabeth grew fiery. In some other lifetime where she had lost a mother and her gilded title, she would’ve been forced to become modest and coy - her own father would’ve named Elizabeth as a bastard after all, tarnishing her to become something quite hidden within the shadows till the ever-loving touch of a stepmother who thought each of Henry Tudor’s children were deserving of a place in their father’s heart. But in this timeline? She had been bolstered by her blossoming relationship with her mother and father, often claimed as Princess of Hearts and future Queen of some far away land (even if Mary had been promised to the King of Spain, it did not mean that Elizabeth would not carry a crown - her governess would insist). She prepared with eagerness, studying attentively - learning foreign tongues and histories, indulging herself in horse riding, poetry and philosophy. 

Though celebrated as a daughter of England, Elizabeth was kept from the haunted gloom of court and instead was held within Hatfield House, where she grew from girl to woman - flourishing in her father’s colours as she took to dancing at balls and hosting elaborate feast days and plays. Styled as the Golden Princess, she would cast a wide net to entertain friends and courtiers, often mistaking true friendship and confidants with people who’d whisper behind sugared palms - this would ultimately lead to another sort of mythology to cloud Elizabeth’s public persona. The forever growing Seymour Loyalists and Anne Boleyn’s enemies would often say that her parties grew thick with the devil’s pleasure - that she bore a witch’s mark upon her navel and danced with unmarried men without a chaperone present. Others would say that her entertainment was heavenly, marked with laughter and prayer. Some wouldn’t care to repeat what they saw or heard. Certainly, the truth cannot be known, but Elizabeth’s reputation was soon taken over by the death of her larger than life father, the King. 

Henry Tudor died by a wishbone - choking till his skin turned purple, grey then a bloated whitish-yellow. Elizabeth, who had been walking the gardens before retiring to her chambers, was alerted by a messenger who had been sent by her mother and brother - or should that be mended to read, King William III. No longer a daughter, but presently a sister, Elizabeth moved from Hatfield to London for both the coronation and to reinstate herself as a woman. Hands clasped, she swore to protect her brother and agreed (hesitantly) to marry if such a union would strengthen William’s reign. Now a sister to the King, and the prize pawn to be sold at market, Elizabeth strains against the rules set upon her - and burns with the Boleyn might that nearly every Englishman has grown to fear. 

Now at court, her toes inching closer to the doomed centre of the Tudor court, Elizabeth must protect herself and her family - what with the ghost of war growing louder with each day that passes. No longer a girl of soft fat and small curled fists, Elizabeth’s reputation is at stake. A maiden of pure white linen and an overflowing cup, the Princess bides her time and holds back any type of suitor in the hope to remain a feared Tudor.

[inky-duchess]

What's the palace they're supposed to be living in in the first two episodes of The White Queen? Is it the Tower? Cuz I've been there and I don't remember it being that roomy.

In rl life, Edward VI and his court lived in multiple palaces at any given time such as The Palace of Sheen, Westminster, Eltham, the Palace of Placentia

[autodidactprofessor]

Mary I of England: Bloody Mary and Her Tumultuous Reign

Early Life and Family Background Birth and Childhood Mary Tudor was born on February 18, 1516, at the Palace of Placentia in Greenwich, England. She was the only surviving child of Henry VIII and his first wife, Catherine of Aragon. Her birth was celebrated with great joy, as she was the first child of the royal couple to survive infancy, following a series of miscarriages and stillbirths.…

[eugene114]

The Isle of Dogs is a play by Thomas Nashe and Ben Jonson which was performed in 1597. It was immediately suppressed, and no copy of it is known to exist.

The play[edit]

The play was performed, probably by Pembroke's Men, at the Swan Theatre in Bankside in the last week of July 1597. A satirical comedy, it was reported to the authorities as a "lewd plaie" full of seditious and "slanderous matter". While extant records do not indicate what gave offence, a reference in The Returne from Parnassus (II) suggests that the Queen herself was satirised. Other evidence suggests that Henry Brooke, 11th Baron Cobham may have been the target.

The Isle of Dogs is a location in London on the opposite bank of the Thames to Greenwich, home of a royal palace, Placentia, where indeed the Privy Council met. It was also believed to be where the queen kennelled her dogs, hence the name. David Riggs suggests that the satire might have been related to portrayal of the queen's councillors as lapdogs.[1] However, the title alone does not indicate the play's content, since this area was also known as an unhealthy swamp where river sewage would accumulate. The Isle is also mentioned in Eastward Hoe (1605), another play for which Jonson was arrested. Nashe also referred to the location in Summer's Last Will and Testament: "Here's a coyle about dogges without wit. If I had thought the ship of fooles would have stayed to take in fresh water at the Ile of dogges I would have furnished it with a whole kennel of collections to the purpose."

[our-wallywinthrop]

Scenting the Wives of Henry VIII: Katherine of Aragon

England, 1514

Catalina of Aragon and Castile, Queen Katherine of England, sits in a brightly painted room of luxurious panels and tapestries, in the palace of Placentia, nicknamed Greenwich and the favorite palace of her husband. It is December, and the light, sugar-fine dusting of snow outside adds to the cold. Yet, the Queen, who so loved to see the snow on the oranges of her childhood home of the Alhambra Palace, loves to see the soft flakes waft gently down through the scarlet glass Tudor roses on the window. She gazes upward, to the night sky so mauve and violet-hued that the shimmering snowfall will last all night, in the peculiar silence of winter she adores.

She was always meant to be here, she thinks happily. Despite the lessening of her political influence with her husband, despite the stabilization of their relationship that nevertheless faded their previous passion, it has been an enchanting Christmas, and while she approaches her twenty-ninth birthday, she is still beautiful. Her hair remains golden auburn, the hair that had so delighted the painter Miguel Sittow, her eyes the delicate gray-blue that captivated Henry Tudor immediately, and her complexion is as bright and smooth as ever. The King had married her against everyone’s advice in 1509 at his accession - five years later, their affection has not weakened. For Katherine, born and reared with the destiny of Queen of England in front of her, the seven years she had suffered as the impoverished widow of Arthur Tudor at the court of her father in law Henry VII had been seven years of bitter trials, and God had been good to reverse her fortunes, with Katherine even becoming Regent during the King’s time at war.

Indeed, the Christmas season has been delightful. The King and Queen were more united, and the revels more enchanting each day. The King holds ice skating parties and oxen roasts outside, and elegant masques and pageants inside where the courtiers can eat delicately shaded roses of sugar and marchpane, and are sent back to their quarters at the end of the banquets carrying oranges thickly and delightfully studded with cloves. 

The gifts of the King have been lavish indeed, she thinks as she fingers the several bolts of new cloth, of violet silk and scarlet velvet and cloth of gold, the elegantly wrought golden standing cup, the headdress of a blue so brilliant it lights up the room in a haze of sapphires, pearls, and gold and silver thread. Yet though the Queen is fond of finery, she has remembered to gift lavishly to her favorite abbeys. She thinks with satisfaction of the cloth of gold pre-dieu and a necklace of table diamonds she sent. Truly, the seven years of her penury has given her a true appreciation of the fineness of her gifts, and the joy of giving glorious gifts to others.

Perhaps the most glorious of all, the King’s perfumers now create scents for her, a delightful indulgence that her confessor very gently admonishes her for enjoying so much. The King’s own favorite scent of rosewater, ambergris, musk and sugar is delightful, but Queen Katherine, who grew up in the beautiful tiled bathrooms of the Alhambra, loves the scent of oil of roses in the winter. Great vases of roses and orange blossoms are brought into her rooms in season, and her vials of orange flower water and rose water on her great clothespress are replaced daily. Queen Katherine has elegant taste, for fresh lavender in her clothes, and cloves and spices scenting her chambers, while she adores the scent of Catholic incense. 

The Moors taught Catalina an appreciation for the scent of roses, while her husband’s emblem is only too fitting. The Tudor rose, she thinks happily as her fingers turn the glass stopper of her scent vials. The true Tudor rose will be the son she bears to the King - both have longed so much for an heir to the throne, and been bereaved several times. But Katherine has reached a greater plane of confidence, and this Christmas is sure she will be with child soon after the New Year, as she has been feeling uncommonly well.

It is almost time for the night’s revels, and Katherine has changed into a brilliant gown of Tudor green, to emphasize the copper glints of her hair, and to pay homage to her husband, she smiles to herself. A new pomander of perfume, finely wrought in gold, is on the clothespress, and she applies it to the hair that she leaves loose, and to her skirts. It is a sweet scent of roses, thick as honey, with tinges of lilac, hyacinth, and countless other flowers, but above all, a tribute to the rose. As she walks, the green silk of her gown rustles in a cloud of rose fragrance, as she goes to the presence chamber to greet her King and husband with a wifely kiss.

Katherine of Aragon - Guerlain Nahema

[livesunique]

The Palace of Placentia, Greenwich, Downstream from London

[mary-tudor]

“Tragedy intervened to prevent the fruition of another of Edward’s alliances when on May 23, 1482 the Thursday before Whitsunday, Elizabeth’s sister Mary died at Placentia at Greenwich, aged just fifteen.

The following Monday her body was carried to the nearby church of the Observant Friars, founded by her father, where James Goldwer, Bishop of Norwich, sang a dirge over it.

Elizabeth and her younger sisters were not present, nor did they or their parents attend a second service the following morning, at which many high-ranking ladies were present, including Joan, Lady Dacre, Princess Mary's lady mistress.

Dinner was served at the palace afterward, then the mourners returned to the church to attend the coffin as it was laid on a chariot adorned with Mary's arms and drawn by horses trapped with sables to Windsor and burial in St. George's Chapel.

There, Mary was laid to rest beside “my lord her brother” (George), the Prince of Wales present as chief mourner. The loss of her sister must have affected Elizabeth deeply, for they were only seventen months apart in age, and had been brought up together from infancy.”

— “Elizabeth of York: A Tudor Queen and Her World”, by Allison Weir.

[maryethequene]

Mary, Daughter of King Henry VIII and Katherine of Aragon was born at four o'clock in the morning on Monday 18 February 1516 at Placentia, the royal palace at Greenwich, on the banks of the River Thames. - Anne Whitelock, Mary Tudor: England's First Queen

On this day 506 years ago, Mary Tudor, Queen of England was born

Portraits from Antonis mor (potentially a copy) 16th century

[ltwilliammowett]

Greenwich Royal Navy Hospital

In 1664, Charles II planned to build a new royal palace in Greenwich to replace the old Palace of Placentia. By 1669, however, only the royal park had been laid out and a side wing designed by John Webb had been completed before construction was halted for financial reasons. It was not until the reign of William III that the building plans were taken up again.

The Royal Naval Hospital, engraving by J. Newton after T. Lancey, ca. 1800 (x)

As the location was not conducive to the health of the King, who suffered from asthma, the King and Queen Mary, under the impression of the English naval victory at La Hougue and following the example of the Hôtel des Invalides in Paris and the Royal Hospital in Chelsea, which had been completed shortly before, decided to build a naval hospital for old and wounded seamen instead of a palace. The designs for the Royal Hospital for Seamen at Greenwich, usually just called Greenwich Hospital, were provided by Christopher Wren and his assistant Nicholas Hawksmoor without payment. Construction on the complex spanned more than 30 years, with architects Campbell, Vanbrugh and Ripley working alongside Wren and Hawksmoor. The chapel was not completed until 1752, but the first boarders moved in as early as 1705. Towards the end of the 18th century, about 2000 pensioners lived in the complex.

The Painted Hall (x)

The hospital complex included an infirmary, a cemetery and a royal hospital school for the seamen's orphans. In addition, there was a chapel and a dining hall. The famous Painted Hall, by the way, was first conceived as a dinning hall, but then quickly became an exhibition and ceremonial hall. 

The chapel (x)

The pensioners and staff were accommodated in the courts or quarters, which divided the hospital into individual wards, usually named after famous naval men. The wards were divided into cabins, which usually housed individuals, but some also housed small groups. The pensioners were even recognisable by their uniforms, which can be traced back to their first occupancy. Initially they were grey, then brown and from the middle of the 18th century onwards in the typical navy blue.

The Greenwich Pensioner, by Robert Dighton, late 18th century (x)

In the dining room of the painted hall, the men were served a balanced diet that strongly reminded of what they had received on board before. They were given 0.5kg of meat five days a week, plus 125g of cheese, 0.5kg of bread and 2.25 litres of beer a day. On the two meatless days, they had pease pottage, 0.5kg of cheese and 62.5g of butter.

Mealtime (x)

Of course, even in the hospital, men were made to look and behave clean and tidy. For this purpose, a senior pensioner was chosen who, together with his two mates, took care of this in every ward. They also made sure that problems were passed on to the officers and that the sick were immediately taken to the infirmary. As soon as a pensioner misbehaved, he had to wear a yellow coat, which was known as a canaries and served as a sign of shame.

Pensioners Outside the Chapel at Greenwich ('An old tar doing penance for his devotion to jolly Bacchus'), by Henry James Pidding (1797–1864) (x)

If he misbehaved, he could also lose his privileged position to live there. Wives were allowed to visit their husbands in hospital, but not to live with them. The men were allowed to chalk off their meals, being paid an allowance in lieu of the generous diet which they could use to support their wives who usually worked locally as domestics. But like on board, life here was strictly regulated and everyone had to attend mass in the chapel every day at 7 a.m. and some also had fixed tasks. For example, supervising the gate or guiding visitors through the Painted Hall. But they were allowed to leave the Hospital during their leisure hours, some gravitating towards alehouses. Smoking clay pipes was popular, though strictly forbidden on the wards because of the risk of fire. They often went to the park to play cricket or bowling. 

A cabin in the ward (x)

Of course, the Navy had more penioners than the 2000 or so who lived in the hospital. These were called out pensioners and received a pension of £7 per year for those employed around the time of the pension. This was simply too little, although from 1814 pensions changed and were now based on the type of injury and years of service. A Sailor under 7 years of service received between 5 and 10 pence and those at 21 years, 1 shilling and 6 pence per day. For most, however, this was too little, forcing many to beg or work. As there were over 30,000 out pensioners by 1829, the hospital was no longer able to pay and so the government took over these costs.

Pensioners of the Royal Naval Hospital, Greenwich, and others, celebrating the destruction of the Russian navy, byJohn Burnet, 1855 (x)

Interestingly, there was only room for four captains and four lieutenants in the hospital. Everyone else was put on half pay. So, despite serious injuries, many tried to carry on and get a land post. From time to time, the Admiralty also promoted their well-deserved injured vets to at least a higher half pay. There was also a so-called Widow Man on every ship, a fit man who was on the books. There was one for every 100 hundred in the crew. This means that even a sixth rate with 200 men had 2 widow men in the books. These fictitious crew members were paid in full, and the money was divided among the widows and children of officers who had been killed, as they often received no pension. This forced many of women to sell their husbands belongings and what they might have gained as a reward during the service.

Greenwich Pensioners' 1868 after an original of 1854 (x)

The hospital was closed in 1869. From 1873 to 1998 the buildings served as the Royal Naval College, which was relocated here from Portsmouth. Today the buildings serve the University of Greenwich.

[isabelleneville]

♛ Palace of Placentia/Greenwich Palace, February 18th 1516 ♛

Birth of the future Mary I first acknowledged Queen Regnant of England & Ireland and Queen Consort of Spain, Sardinia, Portugal, Naples & Sicily only surviving child of Katherine of Aragon & Castile and Henry VIII, King of England & Lord of Ireland.

[literal-fiction]

In everything I’ve read about Tudor history, I knew that Greenwich Palace/The Palace of Placentia was a major castle during that time. It’s where Mary and Elizabeth were born and where Anne Boleyn was arrested. So imagine my disappointment to discover that I won’t be able to see it on my trip to England, because it doesn’t exist anymore.

[myths-n-legends]

Bloody Mary.

We need some classic legends at this point, coz I have been writing about random legends and myths... (°u°;) anyways enjoy now.

The woman behind the infamous Bloody Mary story and childhood game is more sad than she is scary.

We used to summon her by standing in a dark bathroom, lid by a single candle, you simply look into the mirror and chant the name Bloody Mary three times . A ghost is then said to appear, sometimes holding a dead baby, other times trying to attack you as you look at her. It is recommend to close your eyes while summoning her or she will kill you or pull your eyes out for the lest, it is also said that she too grants wishes.

While the folklore may be fabricated, the woman behind the mirror and the story of Bloody Mary was as real as can be, and a royal figure at that.

The origin of the Bloody Mary story lies with Queen Mary I, the first queen regnant of England.

The legendary monarch now known as Bloody Mary was born on the 18 of February in 1516 in Greenwich, England at the Palace of Placentia. The only child of King Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon, Mary’s lifetime of shame over her own femininity began at the young age of 17 when her father annulled his marriage to her mother, frustrated by the lack of a male heir to the throne. This left the young Mary totally separated from her mother and forbidden from ever visiting her again.

The king went on to marry his now ex-wife’s maid of honor, Anne Boleyn, who disappointed him with yet another daughter, Elizabeth I. Worried that Mary may interfere with Elizabeth’s succession, Boleyn pressed Parliament to declare Mary illegitimate, and succeeded.

Of course, Boleyn was later beheaded by her husband for treason, but by this time the damage to Mary’s name had been done.

Anyhow the origin of the bloody Mary legend started since her teen years, Mary had been plagued with terrible menstrual pains and irregularity in her cycles, which would be attributed to her eventual physical and psychological stress later in life.

She was also known to be struck with deep and frequent periods of melancholia, depressive spells which would stay with her throughout her relatively short life.

Despite all the odds and afflictions stacked against her, Mary did eventually take the throne in 1553 at the age of 37 and promptly married Philip of Spain in the hopes of conceiving an heir. It’s here where the origin of the Bloody Mary legend begins to take shape.

Starved for love and forever seeking the approval of her father, Mary would replay this codependent pattern with her new husband, whom she was "ready to lavish all her frustrated emotions on"

Ten years her junior and in no way as excited to reciprocate her amorous feelings, Philip fulfilled the negotiated duties expected of a royal marriage, and two months later Mary’s greatest wish came true, as she was with child. (a/n: if you didn't understand the phrase 'she was with child' it basically means she was pregnant)

Despite displaying the usual symptoms of pregnancy, including a swelling of the breasts and an ever-growing abdomen, the public remained suspicious of the queen’s recent good fortune, and it didn’t take long for  rumors of a false pregnancy to start spreading.

In a time without pregnancy tests and in which doctors could not examine a sitting monarch, only time would tell if these rumors bore any truth. Until then, the people of England and Spain kept tabs on Mary with a watchful eye.

And so they waited. In customary fashion, Mary went into a private chamber where she was confined for six weeks before her expected due date of May 9.

Although the big day arrived, the baby didn’t, and both she and the servants around her proposed that perhaps a miscalculation of delivery dates was to blame, now settling on a new one in June, a month later.

False reports almost immediately spread across the country, however, with some claiming their Queen had delivered a boy, and others stating she had simply died in childbirth, or that her swollen midsection were symptomatic of a tumor, rather than a pregnancy.

June and July came and went as her doctors extended the birth date even further. By August, Mary finally left the confines of her chamber, childless and alone like never before.

She believed that God was punishing her for failing in a mission she set out to achieve just months earlier.

Despite the world of gossip growing around her, one thing could be confirmed Around late May, Mary’s belly began to shrink.

Unable to explain or understand what was happening to her body, she continued to wait as those around her slowly lost hope.

At the time of Mary’s pregnancy, the people of England were divided between Protestants and Catholics. Mary, determined to unite her people under “the true religion” of the land, took action by signing an act shortly before Christmas in 1554 that would result in the Marian Persecutions, in which an estimated 240 men and 60 women were sentenced as Protestants and burned at the stake, earning her the name “Bloody Mary” forevermore.

To this day, the tale of Bloody Mary, Queen of England, remains one of the most infamous cases of supposed pseudocyesis, or “phantom pregnancy.”

A rare and mysterious condition, pseudocyesis occurs, to put it simply, when a person so determined to become pregnant actually “tricks” their own body into believing that it is, hence the appearance of physical symptoms, and even a discontinuation of the menstrual cycle.

Another possibility in Mary’s case could be endometrial hyperplasia, often a precursor to uterine cancer, which can be backed by reports of Mary’s low appetite and a lifelong history of menstrual irregularity.

Years later, Mary announced herself pregnant again, although this time even her own husband remained unconvinced. Assured by the sure signs of pregnancy, she was later confirmed to have entered menopause, and yet again did not deliver a baby.

She died the next year at the age of 42, presumably of uterine or ovarian cancer. Her name can still be heard today, chanted by children in dark bathroom mirrors the world over, all hoping for a terrifying glimpse of the ghost with no understanding of the real story of Bloody Mary.

Claims have also been made saying the spirit of Mary still to this day looks for her baby, rumors has it that while summoning bloody Mary if you say 'I have your baby' in the end of the chanting, it is said that Mary will come to you to get back her child and if you manage to escape the first time she will promise you to come after you till she gets her baby back.

Here are a few pictures of Queen Mary the first.

A/n: Disclaimer !! I don't own these pictures I got it off of google, so if the owners of these pictures want me to take the pictures off please just tell me.

Anyways thats it for today hope you enjoyed the story of bloody mary, her story is rather sad but I couldn't cover the whole story today, * honestly I wrote this at like 10:45 11:00 in the night because I lost track of time reading a whole blog page in like 4 hours ;p

Well then take care and and see ya'll on Saturday Byeee!!