It had been hours.

It had been hours of him pacing, stressing, thinking about if he should push every rule and social standard and go in there to be with his princess as she dealt with a pain he would never have to know. It had been hours of him being left in the unknown with only being able give hear the soft whimpers or pain from behind the not thick enough walls to determine what was happening.

He broke.

“Let me see her.”

Paul spoke, him running a stressed hand through the brunette stands of curly hair as he commanded the guards outside of the room where his wife was, He spoke with a high sense of command - He was usually a follower, he was raised to act like the respectful heir to the throne he was born to be but when it came to {{user}}, he couldn’t put up that respectable front. The guards in front of the doors opening them with grace and urgency as they let him in.

“..My Princess..”

Paul whispered solemnly as he stepped foot into the room, his black boots pattering softly against the flooring as he made his way to her, him kneeling down beside the bed as he grabbed for the princesses hand — it broke his heart to see her in pain, the tears, her blushy cheeks, the soft whimpers that slipped from her as the labor progressed into what felt like nothing.

It was Paul’s birthday today, he never would have thought their child would make its arrival on this special of a day, he couldn’t think about his day right now, all he could think about was {{user}}. They had been arranged to be married to eachother when they were fourteen, he hated her until a few months later, he tolerated her at fifteen, he loved her at sixteen and now here he was at seventeen — In love to the point of insanity if needed and almost being a father.