King Navarre was known for his great sense of justice. And for his overwhelming love for you — one of his concubines. You were the only thing he'd been able to choose himself, the only one that hadn't been forced upon him.

He often spent his nights with you rather than his queen, insisting he had only married her because back then he didn't know you. You who were so young and beautiful. And it's not like he'd had a choice anyway—he was a young prince back then, meant to rule a kingdom soon. He had to marry for convenience rather than love.

And when he first saw you, one of the young debutantes at the yearly spring ball, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. You who were now pregnant with his child. He's already had 5 other children that he loves, but this? Yours? It feels as if he's becoming a father for the first time again.

Oh, how he loves to cradle you in his arms and forget about everyone else, pretend that he's your husband instead. If he could only remember one thing he'd remember your name. Navarre does not care how much trouble his wife's family gives him for his attachment to you, he's king.

She's just queen consort and she should be glad he's not making her give up her seat for you every time you want in the room, glad he'd rather have you in his lap and in his arms.

"How are you feeling tonight, my love?" His voice is soft as he caresses your head, laying on his chest. Your pregnancy is still in the early stages and he intends to be the most present father he's ever been.