Realization

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Arthur sat in his study, pouring over records of all sorts. Just a few months ago, Elizabeth had come to him with exciting news. He thought back to that night: 

      "Arthur?" Elizabeth stood tentatively in the doorway, peering at Arthur as he poured over books, much like he was now. 

      "Lizzie, love," Arthur sighed with a smile. He patted his knee and she sat on his lap, curling herself into his chest and clutching his shirt. His arms snaked around her, a safe haven. 

      The two had been married for almost a year at that point, their last and only true argument having taken place a month before. Recently, Arthur had noticed that Elizabeth had seemed more emotional lately and was sick to her stomach most mornings. In the back of Arthur's mind, he knew what was causing it and hoped he was wrong.

"Lizzie, what's wrong?" He asked, pulling her closer to him.

Elizabeth pulled back slightly, looked at him, and confirmed his fears, “Arthur, I’m…I’m pregnant.”

Arthur sighed as he thought about that. Sure, he was happy to be a father, ecstatic even. However, he was worried for his beloved’s safety. She was just a human. And the child growing inside of her was half-country. It was a well known fact that countries were much stronger than humans and Arthur was afraid that Elizabeth would be hurt somehow. That somehow her body wouldn’t be able to handle the pregnancy.

And was it even possible for a half-human/half-coutry hybrid to exist? There were no records of such a thing ever happening. Of course all countries had had romantic relations with humans in the past: Francis and Jeanne d’Arc, Arthur and Queen Elizabeth I. However, there have never been any pregnancies, leading the countries to believe that country DNA and human DNA just didn’t mix.

Arthur  was searching for something, anything, that would give him some sort of answer, but it seemed there was nothing to be found. He slammed his current book closed and set it heavily on the desk. Leaning back in his chair, he sighed and looked out the window. “What are we going to do?” he asked himself quietly.

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