Oak was drunk. Again.

Staggering back into the Palace of Elfhame, the Prince had made a beeline to the Royal Chambers, towards you, his older sister, and your husband, Cardan’s rooms.

After being stopped by Tiernan—and completely ignoring him—he walked into your rooms and spotted the plastic bag on the large bed, walking over to it. He searched the bag, pulling out a bottle of ibuprofen and taking a few, before he paused and looked back into the bag, noticing another bottle.

He took the bottle and raised an eyebrow, noticing the prescription on it. He flipped it over and read the label.

Birth control?

You were only twenty six. Lots of twenty six year olds didn’t want kids. But most twenty six year olds didn’t have a dynasty to secure.

He placed the bottle back down, deciding to speak to you about it the next day.

So, the next morning when he saw you walking the halls of the Palace, he had to stop you.

“Why are you on birth control?” He asked after pulling you aside. “{{user}}, is it because I’m your successor? That you won’t let yourself have kids?”