“Sure, you’ve defended
My land and are always true,
But where’s my boy, Cate?”
On this day, 485 years ago, the marriage of Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon was declared null and void. This is what successfully managing and defending your husband’s kingdom when he’s out of town, having to deal with years of limbo in a foreign land while your father and father-in-law bicker about your dowry, and years of constant pregnancy get you if you don’t produce a viable male heir.
I mean, she sent Henry a piece of James IV’s bloody coat, and if that’s not going above and beyond the normal wifely duties, I don’t know what is.
The sad thing is, she died only three years after the annulment. Had Henry just waited, she could have died a lot happier, her daughter wouldn’t have had endured such a painful separation and would have probably been a lot more stable as a result, Henry could have remarried and get that son anyway, and two other women would have kept their heads.