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xvi.

( fact sixteen! )
alessandra de medici is
canonly bisexual

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"we can stop if you wish." arthur proposed, setting down the parchment.

"no, no, continue." isabelle instructed as she paced around the room, smoothing her clammy hands over her stomach. the queen was now nine months pregnant with her second heir and as she felt a wave of contractions, she began to grow nervous.

"all right, the king of spain and your sister have confirmed that they are coming." arthur informed. more groans fell from the queen's lips as the contractions grew stronger.

arthur sighed, and placed down the parchment. he walked over towards isabelle, helping to hold her up as she went through the, seemingly, never-ending pain.

the doors to isabelle's business room opened and claude de valois walked into the room.

"well if it isn't my heavily pregnant sister and her lover!" claude greeted, causing arthur and belle's heads to snap up in shock.

"w-what?" isabelle questioned, trying to feign confusion as she recovered from her contractions.

"yes, i know, belle. i saw you two at your ball a month ago. i've known. and i know that bash knows." claude revealed, sitting down at belle's desk.

"you've gone mad, claude." arthur said, letting go of isabelle. he directed the queen to another seat, allowing her to sit back.

"no, but james might once he sees your baby that shall look exactly like arthur. he already suspects that you two are together." claude mentioned, causing isabelle's eyes to widen.

"how do you know?" isabelle questioned, looking at her sister.

"now, do not get upset, belle, but i bedded him and he is quite the talker after sex! he never shuts up." claude revealed.

"you wha—oh!" isabelle gasped as another contraction hit. between her sister's confession and the non-stop contractions, isabelle felt her world closing in on her.

"you slept with your sister's husband?" arthur asked. claude nodded, and looked at the duke.

"have you seen the man? i don't see why belle stopped bedding him, he is gorgeous!" claude exclaimed.

"claude, you cannot tell him. okay?" isabelle glanced towards the french princess.

"i won't! however, you have to do everything that i ask for. right, sister?" claude smiled, starting to blackmail her sister.

"claude, you cann-" isabelle cut arthur off.
"fine, claude. arthur, can you please call for the physician?" the queen asked, feeling a sharper contraction.