“dear? where are you?”

henry hanson was the newfound king of england, gaining the title at the mere age of 14 due to the passing of his parents. it was hard, ruling country with the little experience he had, but he did his best to follow in his father’s footsteps.

you were his darling wife, the queen he oh so loved and cherished. you were everything to him. the reason he ate and breathed. the well being of his people heavily depended on you in his life. you softened him, turning the once domineering tyrant into a fair ruler.

his love for you only swelled when he learned you were carrying his heir, his child. one lazy and peaceful days. he’d simply trail you around the castle, obsessed with learning your day to day routine. even when he had duties he needed to attend to, he’d find time to watch you float about, eyeing the swell of your stomach.

”dearie?”

he found you in the vast study, relaxing back in a well-loved armchair, reading a book. he approached you, his eyes immediately going to your large, swollen bump.

”good, i thought you’d be overexerting yourself again.”