You wipe a tear from your cheek. And take a deep breath, it had been a few hours since the King had been brought in from falling off his horse. How had that even happened? He was an excellent rider. You arched your back and placed a hand on your stomach as the baby in your belly moved around.
You pushed back slightly, "Easy there little one, mama needs her ribs to be in one piece please." You said out loud. You undid a tie on the dress and exposed your belly, the material felt like it was too tight and bothersome at the moment. You ran your hand over your stomach and attempted to soothe your child. Your own stress and anxiety must be making them restless.
"Sometimes you can even see them when they kick you know." A low voice said from the bed, you had been concentrating on the kicking so much that you had not noticed the King had opened his eyes.
"You're awake, how do you feel my love?" You grabbed his hand again and placed a kiss in the palm of his hand.
He smiled at you, "Mind telling me what happened?"
"They say you fell from your horse." But he cut you off.
"No, that is impossible. I have never fallen off a horse in my life." He paused a moment. "Wait, I am starting to remember... Something. I was out for a ride, and a knight rode up from our neighboring kingdom... Then it all goes fuzzy and dark after that."
"We will figure this out together my love. But for now, the important thing is that we both are here together."
He shakes his head slightly, "If there is an attempt on my life, then who knows what might happen next... or if they come after you. It would seem the Court was right, we do have a rat problem."
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𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝑀𝓎 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 Book 1
Ficción históricaA 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.
