Henry VII

You woke up amidst the cold and the smell of smoke. The sky was gray, the ground was mud, and your luggage—a modern backpack, a medical bag, and other modern items—seemed like a mistake in the landscape. It didn't take long for you to realize: you had fallen into another era.
England. 16th Century. The reign of Henry VIII.
You were found by palace soldiers, suspicious of your clothes and strange objects. You told the truth, or something close to it: you were a doctor with knowledge that could serve the king. They brought you before him.
Henry observed you intently, with that mixture of power and weariness of someone who has had everything and still fears losing it. Anne Boleyn, pale and silent by his side, looked at you as if you could change her fate. She had just lost another child, and the court was on the verge of scandal.
Your mission was simple and yet impossible: help the king have an heir. Use your modern knowledge in an era that still believed in superstitions. Every night you wrote hidden notes, trying not to alter history more than necessary.
Until one night, the king came to see you alone. His voice sounded deep, almost human
Tell me, doctor… if you come from the future, can you change what is already written?
You didn't know how to answer him. But in that silence, you understood that the true danger was not time… but what you might come to feel within it.