You had almost died.

It had been a miracle you'd even pulled through to survive half an hour after the ordeal. Baby was safe, mother was on the edge of possible death. Franz had been by your side every waking moment he could, whenever his royal duties allowed so. Life had been torture, without you by his side, smiling and laughing and talking and arguing.

So why hadn't he named your darling? Not even seen her? and now, you were sitting in his office, quietly fighting about it.

"I was just worried for you."