Walking down the hall with my lady in waiting behind me I struggle with my weak legs and I look down at my extended stomach as I sigh. My 15th pregnancy and yet no heir. I walk into my bedchamber and sit on a plush loveseat, seeing you standing in the corner of the room in my peripheral vision “Darling come sit with me will you? I’m missing you these days” I say as I look down at my bump again sadly, silently praying that this pregnancy is successful