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xviii.

( fact eighteen! )
arthur fell in love with isabelle
briefly during their friendship.

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james stuart looked down into the bassinet, scooping up the four day old baby in his arms.
"everything is okay, ewan." james whispered to the screaming baby. james and isabelle had dismissed their nannies and decided that they would take care of the baby themselves.

james knew that the baby was not his. he knew that when isabelle wouldn't allow him into the infirmary, she was confirming that the baby was not his. however, he didn't mind. he just wanted her to be happy, and he knew that she was happy with ewan.

the king consort felt that the baby's temperature was growing higher by the hour.

"is he okay?" isabelle's voice questioned. she walked over and stood next to james. taking the baby in her arms, isabelle began to rock him gently. she felt that he was warm, causing her to frown.

"james, could you fetch the physician please?" the queen asked. james nodded and left the room. isabelle began to strip the crying baby, only leave him in his cloth nappy. isabelle rocked the baby gently, hoping that the lack of layers would cool him down.

"is that better, my love?" isabelle whispered, smiling down at the baby boy. ewan stared up at his mother with his crystal blue eyes that matched his father's.

"hello, your grace." the voice of the royal physician sounded in the room. isabelle turned around with her quiet baby in her arms.

"hello. i'm afraid that you are not needed anymore. i sincerely apologize for waking you out of your sleep." isabelle apologized.

james stood next to the physician, watching his wife hold her bastard child. he knew that with time, she would grow to love her newborn son more than she loves eden.

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"you are the handsomest boy, ewan. after all, you do look like me." arthur cooed at the infant in his arms. isabelle smiled at the two as she tidied up his bassinet.

isabelle had taken two weeks off of her royal duties to care for her son, which is something that she did not have a chance to do when eden was born. a part of her felt guilty, but she knew that the reason why she was unable to do it was because of her transition from not only scotland to france but also princess to queen.

the queen allowed francis and sebastian to take care of any emergencies that took place during her leave.

"you are incredibly cocky, arthur." isabelle pointed out, glancing at her lover.

"i am not cocky, i am self-assured, my love." arthur responded, rocking the baby in his arms.

"can you believe that our son is nearly two weeks old?" arthur questioned, smiling down at the baby boy in his arms. the swaddled baby cooed, beginning to yawn.

the queen had noticed that ewan was especially calm around arthur—no crying, no whining. just cooes and love. it made isabelle fall more in love with arthur. she knew that arthur took so much pride in his son, even if he was a bastard child.

arthur never knew that he would have his first born son with the queen of france, but alas, here he was. in his eyes, isabelle was not the queen of anything except his heart and his son was the prince of their love.

"no, he is so little. can he stay this tiny forever?" isabelle frowned as she walked over to arthur and ewan.

isabelle watched as ewan's eyelids grew heavy and he fell asleep peacefully.

"your parents love you dearly, ewan." arthur whispered to the baby boy.