King Henry was in his study, discussing how they were to get the six-year-old Queen of Scots, Mary, to France. Her life was in danger and her mother thought she would be safer with her future husband and in-laws. All of the sudden, a servant knocked on the door.

"Your Highness?"

"Go away; I'm busy."

"It's about the Queen, sir."

Henry immediately turned around. Catherine was pregnant with their third child, and she knew Henry was in a meeting. She wouldn't interrupt unless it was really important. His stomach clenched at the thought of something being wrong with her or the baby.

"Well, what is it? Don't just stand there!"

"Queen Catherine...she's missing, sir."

Henry immediately took action. He gathered up soldiers, advisors, and generals and took them to his study. He closed off the entire wing it was in.

"Okay, men. We need to find my wife. She is carrying another heir of mine, and Francis and Elizabeth are already starting to question where their mother is. Marie de Guise is also wanting to send her daughter here for safety. It is imperative that we find her."

...

That night, after a day of searching, there was no sign of Catherine. Henry and the others had retired, though Henry doubted he would get any sleep. He looked over at his children, who were sleeping peacefully. They were convinced that Mama went on a trip and would be back soon. Henry hoped that would be true. He hadn't realized how much he needed Catherine until now. Her sweet voice, her lovely face, her soft hair, and her smooth skin were only a few things he had missed about her that day. She usually helped him make decisions around the castle; she would've known how to get Mary to furnace without the English knowing. She was his rock, life, love, and wife that he didn't realize he needed until she was gone. Catherine missing had created a hole in his heart, and he desperately wanted the hole to be filled.

...

Weeks later, Henry was facing off with the Italian diplomat that was holding his wife and unborn child hostage. He wanted money, and lots of it. Henry didn't mind paying, but every time he did, the diplomat upped the price. Finally, Henry grabbed the man by his collar and slammed him against the wall.

"Listen here, you son of a bitch," he growled. "You are going to give my back my wife, or I will kill you. Do you understand me? Where is she?"

"In the tower."

"Hold him here, men. If he's lying...kill him."

Henry went up to the tower and tried opening the door, but it was locked.

"My husband is still looking for me, you bastard!" Catherine screamed from behind the door.

"Catherine?" he asked, shocked.

"Henry?" she sounded hopeful. "It's me, love. You need to stand back; I'm going to kick the door down. Ready?"

"Yes."

Henry kicked it down, picked Catherine up, and spun her around. His whole life was in his arms, and he couldn't be happier.