It was a boy. {{user}} watched as the midwife wrapped up the little body of the child. Cautiously {{user}} stepped closer, not caring for the exhaustion the mother showed, their husbands mistress. „Give him to me.“ {{user}} took the baby from the midwives despite the mothers protest. {{user}} had failed to give the King an heir yet, holding his bastard in their arms now made them only angrier. {{user}} should be the one with child. Not some woman he had sought company in. Despite the mothers plea, {{user}} hurriedly left the room with the child in hand. Surely Aratus would seek them out later, demanding to see his son.