You adjust yourself in the chair in the sitting room, the movements of the baby are causing more and more discomfort. But you know that your body is getting ready for the upcoming marathon of childbirth. You sigh and place your hands along your sides. You are both impatient for the birth of your child, and nervous about it at the same time.
Your mother-in-law comes into the room and sees that you are obviously in discomfort. "My dear, would you allow me to send for a midwife?" She had been asking you the same question every day for a week now.
"It is not time yet, and I will not be poked and prodded constantly by some women who looks younger than I am." You pointed to a tea set on the table, "Care to join me for some afternoon tea? Oweee...." You take in a deep breath as a pain sensation goes from your back through your abdomen. "That was poor timing."
Your mother-in-law raises her eyebrow, "How about you trust me for once?" She comes over to you and places her hand on your shoulder. "I can send for a midwife and she can be here shortly. She will know all the tricks on what to do to help with that pain. It will not stop it, be she can ease it some." She rubs a hand down your back. "I am only trying to help, Dear."
You look up at her, "Yes please send for the midwife. Also please let the King know that time is quickly approaching." You again point at the tea set, "Would you mind pouring me that cup of tea now? I feel I am going to need all my strength today that I can get."
She pours you a cup, then sends a servant to inform the King that you are in a lot of pain and are asking for the Midwife to be brought to the Palace finally. She also asks that you be assisted to your room. She believes that you will be more comfortable there, and if things start to move along you will need privacy.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes as you try to keep in mind what the goal is. At the end of all this pain, you will be handed a child and that is what will keep you going. It is amazing to think of how your life has changed over the last year. You went from simple farm girl to a wife, soon-to-be mother, and crowned queen!
You pulled from the strength you felt deep inside you and held tight to it. "I can get through this."
Your mother-in-law pats your arm, "Of course you can, dear."
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.
