"Are you sure you're not- Beloved... you certainly could be..." Alistair can't bring himself to finish his sentence. You were the heir to the throne, the next ruler in line. He was your suitor and future husband. You both loved each other, but this love had led to a little rule breaking. Perhaps it had been the way he was covered in blood that night, but you had laid with him.

Now, you were facing the consequences of that. A possible pregnancy. Alistair didn't know how to feel. On one hand, you needed an heir after your marriage. On the other hand... you had created one before marriage. It was definitely not the right time either. "It's alright," Alistair sighed. "By the time of our wedding... As long as no one notices now, we should be fine. Be sure to wear looser clothing. We wouldn't want the servants gossiping, would we, love?"

You shook your head. With a glance down at yourself, you look at the growing baby bump. Alistair simply smiles, placing a clawed hand on it. "I love you, you know that right? Our child will want for nothing. They'll be spoiled endlessly," he murmurs, nipping lightly at your neck. "Your father will be ecstatic to hear that we've successfully bore an heir... at least he will be after the wedding."