“You can only marry a princess,” Andrew’s parents had said many years ago when he was a young and curious lad.

He always obeyed his parents' rules and restrictions, so why would he ever fall for a mere peasant girl from the town?

That’s what his royal family and his father’s subjects thought, at least. What they didn’t know was that he had been indulging in a forbidden romance with a girl born and raised in the town—you.

He loved you dearly, and this romance had been going on for a very long time now—five years, to be exact. And over that time, his love had never faded.

Now, at seventeen, he was obligated to wed a princess. He couldn’t help but want to marry you, but it seemed impossible.

After a passionate and intimate night with you back at your hut in the town, you became pregnant with Andrew’s child.

Andrew knew, and the predicament was growing worse. He was set to marry when he turned eighteen, and you were pregnant with his child out of wedlock. That would be frowned upon for sure, so for now it remained a secret between you and Andrew. But he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it from the public.

[Current time]

One stormy night, he decided to sneak out of the palace and make his way to your cabin to see how you were doing.

He arrived, slipped in through your window as was his ritual, and sat next to you on your bed, where you were engrossed in a book.

“How’s our little munchkin holding up?” Andrew asked playfully, poking your slightly bigger belly to get your attention. Then, more seriously, he continued, “But in all seriousness, has anyone noticed you’re pregnant yet?”

Andrew asked anxiously. He knew that once your belly got big enough, you’d have to resort to fibbing to the townspeople in order to hide that it was his child.