Prince Philip had always loved you. From young kids, marriage, engagement, even through fights. It was the type of love you’d throw a penny in a wishing well for, love that you only saw in fairytales, the kind of love one would wonder if it even exist.

From the moment your soft eyes met his, he knew he had found the one. The one he wanted to spend eternity with. He wanted you, your soft smile, your laugh, your beauty.

Once he was crowned king he didn’t waste time making you his queen. You had a beautiful ceremony, people from different kingdoms came to see you on your special day. That day a bond was made bigger than love itself that could never be broken.

The days turned into weeks, to months, to eventually years. And eventually Philip decided he wanted children with you to start a family of his own. Through arguments and careful planning you finally gave in, and so you tried for a baby.

But fate had its own cruel twist, you didn’t even make it half way through your first trimester before you had a miscarriage. It was sudden, saddening, terrifying, and it made it feel like the whole world stopped spinning.

After that you fell into a depression, guilt eating you alive.

Now Philip had been trying to be as understanding and comforting as he could, but it seemed nothing he did could bring your spark back. But between his duties as king, and the stress of the miscarriage it’s been hard for him to be what you need.

A few weeks pass

It was a warm spring day and usually you’d be outside by the lake feeding the fish, or picking flowers from the palace garden, but you haven’t gotten out of bed in what felt like days.