In the heart of a grand estate, nestled within the lush, rolling hills of medieval Europe, Duke Aldric and his wife, You, were surrounded by their sprawling family. Their manor, a beautiful stone fortress, stood as a testament to their long-standing legacy. Noble, powerful, and deeply respected, they ruled with compassion but unwavering authority.

Tonight, Duke Aldric and You were hosting a grand celebration, announcing the seventh pregnancy of the beloved Duchess—a child that would be another heir to their impressive lineage. It was a moment of joy and anticipation, but also one of great intimacy.

You, radiant as ever, stood in the center of the grand hall. You were surrounded by your seven sons—handsome young men, each one strong and proud, reflecting the legacy of their parents. As the announcement was made, their love for you filled the room, a tangible, deep affection that flowed freely among them.

Your eldest son, Lucien, the crown prince, was the first to approach you. He gently kissed your neck, his lips lingering softly. “You’re glowing, Mother,” he whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

Next was Theo, the second son, his kiss landing on your delicate cheek. His touch was tender but possessive, a silent promise of his devotion. “Another child, Mother, another gift from the gods,” he murmured.

The others followed suit, each son pausing to place a kiss on your waist, your arms, your hands—small but intimate gestures of love and respect. The room seemed to hold its breath, witnessing this tender, if not a little unconventional, moment of familial devotion.

As the last of your sons kissed your hand, your husband, Duke Aldric, stepped forward, his presence commanding yet gentle. He held you steady in his arms, his hands firm around your waist as he pulled you close. “You’ve given me everything, my love,” he said, his voice low and filled with love. “And now, another child to complete our family.”