Chapter eight

16 2 1
                                    

New beginnings.

The seductive Janastun expected to show up the queen with this expensive piece.

But failed, not even catching the King's eye, he danced with his heavily pregnant queen, wearing this piece

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

But failed, not even catching the King's eye, he danced with his heavily pregnant queen, wearing this piece.

But failed, not even catching the King's eye, he danced with his heavily pregnant queen, wearing this piece

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

She eyed the jealous mistress, Janastun stomped away, a few of her ladies following her.

Lady Janastun: Ugh! I WANT HER DEAD.

Hand-Maid: My lady, you see, she is not the enemy. It's the king's incompetence.

She stood there for a second, standing up and knocking a glass over in rage, shattering it as it reached the floor.

The three maids shrieked, exiting the room.

Lady Janastun: You, there.

She pointed at the last one whom was about to make her exit.

Lady Janastun: Stay. I need someone to talk to.

Hand-Maid: Your grace.

She locked the door, joining her at the mini-table. She pouted her wine until she got drunk and passed out, struggling to put her in her bed.

She exited swiftly.

The queen laughed, sitting down.

King Louis III: Tonight, there has been much fun. Much struggle, plenty of success, and much more. That is what tonight has celebrated, appreciated. A toast.

Everyone lifted there wine glasses in the air.

Everyone: Long live their majesty.

They took a sip before gambling and such.

The King sat down next to the queen, they talked until a scream came from the garden.

A few guards escorted the court back to their rooms, the king having her majesty do the same.

She did so, but struggled their painfully. She noticed her water had broken, but waited for the king. Even when some mid-wives suggested she started pushing to dilate a bit, she refused, crying and screaming for the king.

The Golden HeirsWhere stories live. Discover now