It was the middle of winter, and you are now almost five months pregnant. The king places his hand on your naked belly, he was waiting for the little one inside to kick him again.
"You know we will have to get up at some point." You say as you nestle back into his warm embrace.
"Do we have to?" He whispered into your ear.
"Mmm... we could ask for pastries and refreshments and not leave the bed today I guess." You smile as you feel him pull you closer.
"We have to meet with representatives from the Court today." He leaned up on his elbow and kissed your cheek. "Come along, Wife."
You place your feet on the floor and slowly stand up. All of your dresses have been fitted to allow for your new belly, and you select a blue one because it is your favorite color. Plus it is the one that helps you look less than five months pregnant as it is the most flattering to your overall figure.
The king smiles, "You know you should just wear what makes you happy and not give a damn what those crows of the court think."
"I know, but I like this one. Plus I know how you like the way it looks on me." You slip on your slippers because no one will notice them, and they are comfortable and warm on your feet. "Now either call my ladies maid or lace-up this dress yourself, husband."
His fingers brush your skin as he starts with the buttons at the bottom of your dress. "I am better at taking these off than I am putting them back on." He teases you.
"That I am fully aware of." You said with a slight giggle. You fumble with your hair and shove an ivory hair comb into it to hold it into place along with a few pins. "That will just have to do."
He brushed a few stray strands from the back of your neck and placed a kiss on your skin. "You're always beautiful to me. Let's get this over with quickly, then I get you back in that bed." He said and sent goosebumps over your skin. He still made your heart flutter, and your breath quickened when he came close to you.
You put a shawl around your shoulders and the King helps you put a necklace on. "Alright, I am ready. What is this about anyway?"
"Members of the Court feel that someone here at the Palace might be a double agent. That they are here attempting to get information and deliver it back to someone who might be trying to take over our little corner of the Continent for themselves." He paused for a moment. "But they don't have any proof, so I have a feeling most of what they want me to do is set off on the witch hunt. And I am not about to question every member of my Court, or worse yet my staff... With the sole intention to find out if they are loyal to me or not. The traitor is simply going to lie. They will show their rat face soon enough."
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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.
