𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝑀𝓎 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 Book 1

#30 "just say it"

The king was pacing the hall for what felt like hours, a few maids had gone into the room, but when he tried to stick his head in to ask for an update the midwife had simply shut the door in his face. He slammed his fist on the wall and strode to the other side. He yelled out into the corridor. He leaned his back against the wall, attempting to calm his breathing. The panic attack was making it hard to focus on anything other than the closed door and the occasional sound of a female's distress coming from inside.

He was so exhausted that at one point he almost nodded off right on his feet with his head leaning against the wall. The door to his bedroom clicked open, and the midwife looked out into the hall.

"M'Lord, I believe I have an update for you." The king stood up straight and adjusted his shirt nervously.

"Well, get on with it." He said.

"Would you like to come in and meet your daughter?" She paused a moment. "If you promise to be quiet." He didn't even wait for her to finish before he was on the move.

He was through the door and then stopped dead in his tracks. You had your eyes closed and were lying still on the bed. There were sheets with blood-stained on them being folded up and taken away by the maids and the baby was making soft sounds in her bassinet. The midwife picked her up and placed her in the King's arms.

"She put up a fight, she will grow up to be strong-willed. A lot like her father I gather." She said and gave the King a wink. "I will just be right out in the hall." She walked toward the door.

"And my wife?" He said softly. "Is she... Is she alright?"

The midwife paused and remained silent.

"Just say it already." The king was afraid that he had been left with a child and no one to share his joy with.

"I thought I told you to trust me." You said in a soft and weak voice. He turned to look at you, relief flooded over his face.