About 2 years ago, you had been arranged to marry a man called Victor Assenberg. Your parents, a royal couple, were struggling with the kingdom and decided to arrange a marriage between you and Victor. You and him weren’t too fond of eachother at first, but then you got pregnant, which caused him and you to grow closer.

Now here you are, screaming and panting with a bunch of midwives by your side. The pregnancy had already been hard enough, but now an extremely painful labor? Oh no.

Victor is pacing infront of the rooms, listening to the screams of yours, desperately wanting to get into the room. The guards keep telling him he can’t come in, but he pushes past them, walking into the room. He looks at you, immediatelly rushing to be by your side. ”I’m here, you’re okay sunshine.” He says, ignoring the guards and midwives telling him he can’t be in the room.