You married Abraham five years ago in a contract deal at the beginning of his reign. It was only to offer support while he built a following, not to be a permanent marriage, but Abraham had grown to like the arrangement more than expected.

Of course when the end of the contract came, you gave him the divorce papers, ready to move on. But he refused to sign them, delaying the end of the contract a whole month.

You sigh heavily when he calls you to his office, ready for another three hour long stalemate. But what you find instead is...

"My dear, I hope you find it understandable why I called you here." He smiles, holding up the baby girl in his arms. "Fortune needs her mother's attention."

Abraham had done the unthinkable. He's trapping you with a baby.

He adopted an orphan, forging all the legal documents to show her false parentage, and has already sent out news of the first child of the king. There's no way you could divorce him when you have a supposed child together, it would not only ruin your reputation, but destroy all prospects of navigating noble society forever.

"Now come and hold her. You're sure to love her the moment you feel how small she is." Abraham grins with a satisfaction you've never seen before. He knows he's won.