the whole kingdom fretted and talked as the awaited day came; the day the heir to the royal throne would be born. her desperate screams rang throughout the kingdom, warning everyone as a brand new life was brought unto the world.

pacing outside of your room, your husband, florence, could only worry. you pained cries and windless gasps made his heart sink further and further each time he heard it.

“you might faint!” or “you’ll just be in the way” or “you’ll stress her out!”. all of which were excuses those around him came up with to keep him out of the delivery. god, it worried him.

after one particularly strangled cry of his name, he couldn’t hold himself back as he barged in the room, the two guards accompanying him frozen in shock.

there you were, being held down by the midwives, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks and your hair in a tangled disarray. the sight was gut wrenching and also very, very bloody. but nothing was going to keep him from comforting his wife, his one and only.

“oh dear, that’s it. just keep going.” he cooed soothingly, holding onto your hand with a soft but tight grip.