Louis and Jacqueline Again

Intentionally ignoring proper ettiquette between monarchs or nobles, you yell, “Louis, Jacqueline!” You run to them while waving furiously. Louis and Jacqueline shout your name back and wave just as furiously. You three embrace in a group. “My friends, have you been well? Has the Almighty kept your healths good?”

“We are fine.” Jacqueline says with a smile.

“The Almighty has blessed our health as He did yours. But I can see He has blessed you with more.” Louis nudged at the women behind you carrying children in their arms.

“Ah yes. Louis and Jacqueline, I’m sure you remember Duchess Eliza and Lady Sophie. This is my son, Simone and my daughter, Lara. They were born not too long ago.”

“Aww, so cute.” Went Jacqueline. “Pretty, little babies!”

Then comes Helga. Looking elegant and majestic, her long platinum blonde hair swaying gracefully behind her. Her icy blue eyes piercing through those they see.

“Louis, Jacqueline, may I introduce Queen Helga of Daynland. Helga, this is Prince Louis of Frankia and Lady Jacqueline of Lothelsabourg.”

“Pleasure,” she says coldly.

“Wait, you’re that Helga?” Louis questions.

“You’ve heard of me?”

“I kept myself informed with the news from the Northern Kingdoms. Your Kingdom has recently ended a succession war with you as the victor thanks to our friend, the King of Ostgrenze.” Louis keeps himself from mentioning her beauty.

“With some help from the Toscana fleet of course.” Jacqueline mentions.

“You are correct.” Says Helga. “The King of Ostgrenze had offered his help. In exchange for my crown, I had offered him my body,” She lands her hand on her still flat stomach, "and my womb. His child grows within me.”

“Helga, come on now... you say it as though I had only helped so that I could have my way with your body.”

“But my good King, you did desire my body. From the very moment you saw me, you wanted to take me into your arms and ravish me. To push yourself inside my then virginal flower and plant your seeds within. Do you deny it? Aren’t I the most beautiful woman you have ever laid eyes on? Was it a lie when you said those words to me?”

“No.” You sigh while pinching the bridge of your nose. “I meant every word of that.”

“Then be honest about it. You came to my aid for selfish reasons. For land and for lust. You failed the first but you got the second.”

“My love,” says Eliza, “you are a redblooded male and you desire the warmth of a woman. We all know that. No need to hide it.”

“I am a King! There is more to me than simply a man who wants his cock inside a woman’s body! There is more to me than an ambitious King who wants to expand his territory!” You snap. “Just because I and plenty of others know what I can be, doesn’t mean that I will openly say it in public!”

Helga smiles and kisses you on the cheek, “You are indeed fun to rile up.”

“You are very beautiful, Queen Helga.” Jacqueline says. “Our friend would be the biggest liar if he said you weren’t.”

Helga looks at Jacqueline a little astonished. She did not detect a hint of jealously or sarcasm from Jacqueline. “Thank you.” Helga says back.

“So where’s Camilla?” Louis asks after not seeing her. “She should be in her 7th month of pregnancy right about now.”

“That is correct. She meant no disrespect by not coming here, my friend. But Ostgrenze needs someone to look after it while I am gone.” Half the truth.

“A shame,” Louis says clearly disappointed, “it just doesn’t seem right not to have her here.”

“Well, well, what is this? A gathering of young monarchs and nobles?” Comes the voice of Franz Karl and he is not alone.