I suppose I'll have a child, then

"I suppose I'll have a child, then", you say. It almost appeared as though you were sure. Its clear she sees your trepidation, as the normally bubbly girl looks concerned.

"Are you angry with me?" She sounds meek. As you look at her, this pretty maid you've made a lover, you can't help but feel something. She wants to be near you and you her. But right now, for what seems to be the first time since you met her, she looks unsure of herself. Why do you feel so bad about that? Maybe you should try to ease her spirits. You draw a slow, little smile cross your face.

"Angry? How could I be angry?" You take her by the hand and pull her closer. She sits beside you on the bed and looks at you deeply. "You're my girl. And its not as though you've done this alone, hmm?"

She giggles. Gods, that giggle. Maybe its just her's, maybe its all the cute little laughs of all the girls of the world. But you can't help but enjoy the sound.

"I can raise a child to be well!" You seem to be reassuring her more than yourself now. That's good. "They'll have a good home, a loving mother and father!"

She giggles again "I love the sound of that: 'mother and father'". She wipes a wellspring from her eye. "I know you can't marry me. But I'll be happy with the way things are."

A devilish smile forms as you bring a hand to her cheek. "Besides" you whisper to her, like some romantic secret "if I can't take you to wife, I would happily take you to bed!"

She sprang from the bed like a nymph, yelling after you "You'll have to catch me!", bounding down the halls of the royal apartments from her "attacker". You round the corner to give chase, not a cloth on you, and see a chamber maid frozen at the sight of your nakedness. A brunette little thing, Angelika, you remembered the name. Panting, you attempt to say something clever. "Gawk like that", you smile "and you might be next". Her chest becomes flush red.