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Prompt - Kenna looses her baby.
Side Note - Same AU as the 2x17 rewrite!
Side Note #2 - Inspired by the Versailles scene where Princess Liselotte comforts Sophie de Clermont after her assault.
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Her skin is bare. She is warm. The satin sheets are soft, the room smells of sensuality and melted candles. His arms are strong and heated, his breath is pleasant and sensual upon her neck. He smells of sweet lemons and mint. Her body deliciously aches from his sensuous attack that had lasted for hours upon hours. The air is sweet and thick. She is fatigued and docile, contented and meek. His hand is large and warm as it lays upon the soft swell of her abdomen. Her hair is soft and silky as it lays upon her shoulders, back, neck and chest.
A whimper draws her from a contented, light slumber. She frowns, inhaling deeply. The whimper occurs. Again and again and again, lighter each time, but closer. The Queen of France and Scotland frowns, exhaling deeply into the sweetened air. Her eyes flutter open, and she sits up, her husbands' arm slipping from her waist. She grieves the warmth.
Mary gasps softly, her lips parting, taking sight of her friend, and temporary former lady in waiting. Kenna is covered in sweat, her hair is matted and everywhere. Her nightgown is too large for her lithe body, and the apex of her thighs is matted with deep red blood. She whimpers, her face scrunched with tears, and they slip down her face.
She gasps at the sight of her, not caring that she isn't clothed, extending an arm towards the Baroness de Portiers. The small noise rouses the King of France from his own exhausted slumber. He frowns at the sight of another woman crawling within his bed, before inhaling sharply at the sight of a bloody half sister in law, who crawls into the arms of his wife.
"Kenna," Mary whispers, stroking her hair and her back, not caring that the woman gets her blood upon the small swell of her abdomen and her thighs. Kenna cries, clinging to her Queen. She trembled visibly, tucking her head into her neck. Mary cooes down at her the best she can, stroking her hair and her back. She was meant to go to Sweden to give her baby up that day, but no longer.
"The-the-" Kenna stutters, not even noticing her half brother in law and King get up from his bed and clothe himself in breeches and a nightgown. He leaves the room quietly, off to alert a physician of Kenna's condition.
"Shh," she sushes her, kissing her head, rocking her back and forth. "I know, I know."
