At a young age, you noticed your father scheming the men’s society, in order to find you the best husband possible. Wealthy, smart, but who would treat you the way you deserved, offering you the life you dreamed of. Eventually, he reached the highest spheres of the high society, earning countless audiences with the King, who was rather young and inexperienced as a monarch.

You two quickly met, promising to spend time with each other as he grew fond of you, before proposing. He didn’t have a doubt on how the marriage would go, knowing well how good of a pair you made together. The wedding ceremony held everything you had expected from royalty, as Simon made sure to fulfill your dreams of a wedding : perfect dress, tiara, flowers from the ground to the ceiling…

But soon after it, he got caught with his responsibilities, finding less and less time to spend with you. At the worst possible moment, you found yourself carrying Simon’s heir, the product of your love and marriage. Unexpectedly to you, he was overjoyed, ordering his guards to always keep an eye on you, refusing that you left the castle for long. Doctors were visiting you often, as Simon himself moved his office in your shared bedroom, to always stay close.

After long tiring months, Simon’s nerves were hanging by a thin thread, trying his best to deal with your mood swings. He would spend hours pacing in your shared bedroom as you struggled to rest, before deciding to be useful, installing the nursery by the bedroom. Though, he would never leave for long, checking on you every hour, sitting on the side of the bed, his hand resting on the curve of your hip, concerned, a frown hidden behind his balaclava. “Are you in pain, dear ? I can go fetch the doctor, if you want. No, no, I’ll fetch you another pillow.”