The next morning you are awoken by the sensation that you are going to be ill. You slip from the bed trying not to disturb the sleeping king. You wrap your robe around yourself, tying the sash at your waist. You try to steady your breathing and close your eyes. Your hands find their way to your stomach as you double over in protest of the sensation. You open your eyes just enough to stumble your way to the table where there is a pitcher of water and a glass. Your hand is shaking and you almost drop the pitcher as you attempt to pour some water into the glass.
His hand on yours was both a surprise and a welcome sensation. "Here let me help you with that before you spill it all. Are you alright?" He said softly.
You sit down slowly in a chair and look up into his concerned face, as you try to open your mouth to speak to him the sensation becomes too much and you run for the basion that is under the window. There is nothing in your stomach to empty, but your body wretches itself with no regard for how painful it was. And you lean your forehead against your arm as you slide down to your knees next to the cabinet.
He is next to you in an instant, "(Y/N), are you alright?" He asked again with more concern than he had just a moment ago.
You open your eyes slightly and reach for him. "I have something that I was hoping to share with you after the wedding, but it would seem now is as good as time as any." You place a hand on your stomach, in a protective and caressing manner. "It would seem that I am..."
He put a finger on your lips to stop you from talking, "Are you sure?" His eyes were large as he searched your face.
You nod slightly as the movement makes your head spin, "I was only slightly positive before, but I am more and more assure now." He caressed your face as he leaned in to kiss your forehead and hold you close.
"Oh Sweetheart, you should have told me sooner!" He said softly.
"Are you happy?" You ask as tears were threatening to fall from your eyes, you could not bear the thought of him sending you away.
He tipped your face up to look at him, "I never wanted anything else. A loving wife and a family. It is what I have always dreamed of." It was at that moment that you realized that he was not simply the monarch of this country, he was a young man who had wants and needs that were his own.
He kissed your cheeks where tears had fallen, "No tears unless they are happy tears. I could not bear the thought of you being sad when we have so much to be thankful for." He brings you back to his chest and holds you close to his heart once again. "Do you think we can go back to bed now?"
"Yes, I do believe that I am ok now." He helps you stand up and walks with you to the bed before he helps you get back into it. He covered you with the sheets and blanket before crawling in next to you.
YOU ARE READING
𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝑀𝓎 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 Book 1
Historical FictionA y/n story from a female reader PoV. She feels the need to ask the King to save her family's farm from being taken away from her father due to his debts.
