Healer, Midwife and Among Others

Later that night, you have Bertha secretly summoned to your quarters. There with you are Camilla, Dorothye and the children. When Bertha enters and sees the unassuming look in all your and Camilla's eyes, Bertha could already tell what this would be about. A sleeping Arminius lays still in your arms but Dorothye has both girls nursing from her engorged breasts.

"I suspected as much." Bertha sighs. She walks over to Camilla, "Come here, dear girl," and embraces her, "I have missed you."

Camilla returns the embrace, "I have missed you as well, Bertha. I am pleased to see you are well and healthy." They break apart and Bertha's hands rested on her shoulders, "When I said you should ask Dorothye to bear your children instead, I didn't think you would take it seriously."

"So it was you who told them to do this?" You point a curious finger at her.

"I was jesting. I never intended for either of them to resort to this." Bertha turns to Dorothye, "Incredible, Dorothye. You've given birth to three children. In all my years as a healer and midwife, I have never knew anyone personally who has given birth to triplets."

Dorothye smiles at her, inwardly proud at having birthed three children. Camilla interjects, "Well it's sort of hard to take it as a jest since you repeatedly had told us of that. We took your jest and made it real." Camilla kisses the sleeping Arminius and goes on to stroke the heads of the girls. Their hair has grown out and it turns out Arminius is a blond, Boudica is a brunette and Gwyn has inherited her paternal grandmother's red hair.

"Bertha," you draw her attention sternly, "I trust that you will take this secret with you the grave."

"Cross my heart, my young King. I will never tell." says Bertha before turning towards Camilla, "So tell me, my Queen. Has becoming royalty suit you well?"

"As well as it can ever be." Camilla smiles at her.

"I am so proud of you, Camilla, and so happy for you as well." Bertha may just be a healer but she acted so much like a mother to Camilla in the past. Bertha had been in the service of Camilla's family since before Camilla was even born. She was there the day Camilla came screaming into the world. Whenever Lucilla was unavailable, Bertha would listen to Camilla and console the poor girl. When she had told Camilla that she would never conceive children and that motherhood was an impossibility for her, she took Camilla into her arms and let the poor girl cry into her chest. It was every girl's dream to one day become a mother.

Bertha never in her whole life imagined Camilla would end up being Queen. But here she is, married to the King, in a position of power and from she's heard, it's power Camilla is wielding responsibly.

Bertha and Dorothye walk together on their way to their own rooms. Dorothye's room is first and Bertha enters with her. After spending months in hiding, Dorothye is happy to be able to walk around again.

"Dorothye, dear," begins Bertha, "do you feel proud to have your son becoming King one day?"

Dorothye turns to her and answers, "He's Camilla's son now, Bertha. I am just his nanny and wet nurse. Nothing more."

"I can feel you're resolved to see this through completely. I commend you. But let's be honest." She grasps Dorothye on her forearms. "You are their mother." Faster than Dorothye could react, Bertha grips Dorothye's dress at the middle and tears it apart and pulls it off her. Bertha grips Dorothye's arms again to keep her in place.

"Ber-Bertha!"

"Calm yourself, girl." orders Bertha and Dorothye takes a nervous breath. When Dorothye relaxes, Bertha starts. She lands her hand on Dorothye's belly, "Your stomach clear shows you've given birth not too long ago. Those children were born from this womb. Your womb!" Bertha cups Dorothye's cunt and inserts her middle finger inside her, "It was your cunt who received the King's cock and seed and it was your cunt who birthed the King's heir!" She then kneads Dorothye's breasts, "Your breasts grew and became heavy with milk for the purposes of nursing the children the King which grew inside you! After everything you've done and pain of giving birth, you cannot possibly tell me that you are not even in the slightest amount proud that it will be your son who will one day be King!"

"Allright already! I am proud! Proud that it is my sacrifice and my blood who will seat the throne and wear the crown of his father! The King has bastard children with other noble women whose noble blood trumps the commoner's blood I have passed to my children. But it will be my children, my commoner's children, who will be regarded as legitimate, who will inherited everything that is their father's. I am proud! I am proud as hell! Now are you satisfied!"

Bertha smiles, "Quite." She takes Dorothye in her arms and comfortingly strokes the younger woman's hair. "I am so proud of you." Bertha whispers affectionately at Dorothye's ear. "So, so proud. Your blood will be on the throne. Your mother's blood will be on the throne. My sister's blood will be on the throne. Our blood will be on the throne." Bertha is a woman with secrets of her own. Among them is being Dorothye's grandaunt and another is the grudge she bore against Duke Renard's family.

As a young girl, Bertha was already a healer. But she also was the lover of Duke Renard's father and had gotten pregnant by him. When she was halfway through her pregnancy, her lover's father had arranged for his son to marry another girl. A girl of noble birth and higher prestige. When Bertha was apprehended, her noble lover said and did nothing in her defense. Not even when his father said he would have his men pull out the unborn child inside her womb. The men were cruel and did their task. It left her with a dead child, a bleeding body and grudge in her heart. It only compounded when she learned her womanhood had been so damaged that she could never conceive again.

Her lover's father soon died; killed by ordinary bandits. But that did little to soothe her anger. But soon Renard was born to her former lover and his wife. Not long after that, her old lover caught a fever and as did his son Renard. The former died but the latter fought on. In a twist of fate, Bertha was requested by Renard's mother to help her son. It would have been easy to let the boy die; say he can't be healed. But Bertha would not let an innocent child die. She saved the infant Renard but that didn't mean her anger had dissipated. Bertha wanted **** but she wouldn't be a hypocrite. She let him live so she could exact her **** at a later date.

Bertha played the nice, kind, gentle and dutiful healer. She played it so well that it endeared Renard to her and he kept her as the family healer. What Renard didn't know what that Bertha been giving him a potion that would render him infertile. But despite that, he managed to impregnate his wife once and Camilla came to be. Thus she repeated the process with Camilla and it had some interesting results in Bertha's opinion. Bertha had only wanted to end family line of her dead lover's family by preventing any children to be born in. Bertha never planned or intended for her sister's granddaughter to become the mother of the heir to the Ostgrenze throne. But it was a development she welcomed.

This is a plot Bertha intended to take with her to the grave. She isn't a boastful or arrogant person and telling anyone would only bring trouble. She will laugh alone in this revenges of hers. But it mattered little to her how many laughed for this **** was hers and hers alone. She had ended Renard's family's line and had in the process placed her own blood on the throne. The way she sees it, she has already won and even more.