As King and Queen, the two of you have been trying desperately to conceive an Heir. However, nothing seems to be working. Nomatter how many herbs or remedies you take, your blood keeps coming in every month. Its disheartening... and threatens the stability of your position. Not to mention, you just... really want to become a mother

One night, you walk the courtyard wrapped in your robe, deep in thought. You husband walks by your side, his hand on your back

You suddenly hear rustling from bushes and freeze in fear. Is it a wolf? An intruder? But as your husband pulls back the bramble with his sword drawn, your eyes land on a small boy, no older than four. He's caked in dirt, his skin covered in thorns from the bush as he clings to a stolen piece of bread