Holda's Child

This is very unprecedented. Here you and Holda were just enjoying a day out in the nearby woods. Why? Camilla said something about spending some time with Alana and Dorothye. Somehow despite the ****, the three got along so well. It just astounds you. But they were even getting the babies to get along. Camilla then just told you to go take Holda out and spend time with her. It was her duties as official royal mistress to attend to your needs whenever the legitimate wife was busy with other things.

Dressing plainly and not like a King, you and Holda went to the woods. Holda had wrapped her arm around yours. Her other hand rests on her large, round belly and soon another child of yours will be born. "Did you come here when you were a young Prince, my King? Explore the trees and maybe even get lost?" Holda asks you.

You shook your head, "Not at all. My mother and father never allow us to play here. I don't think I'd let any child of mine play here either." Holda just smiles at you and you both keep walking on. "So when are you to give birth to our child?"

Holda pats her big belly heavy with child, "Anytime now actually." She giggles, "I could very well give birth here."

"Come, Holda." You say to her. "The sun is close to setting and I do not want to be in these woods when night comes." Holda nods in agreement with a small smile.

But then she grunts in pain while clutching her belly. "What's wrong, Holda?" Then the sound of water splashing is heard and you see Holda's dress now wet and small puddle of water at her feet. "The baby?" You ask with dread.

With pain on her face, Holda nods, "Yes. The baby is coming."

"We have to get you back to the palace now!" You say in alarm while clutching to her shoulders.

"No! There's no time. This child wants to be born and it wants to be born now! You're going to have to delivery!" Holda falls to her knees before leaning back on the near tree. With her dress pushed up, her knees up and her thighs wide apart, you are no stranger to what lies between them. While no stranger to childbirth as well, you have never delivered any of your children.

Holda does her breathing while you keep an eye on the progress of the birthing process. "I can see the top of the head." You tell her some minutes later. After several more minutes, you hold a naked, bold, slimy, pale skinned and screaming newborn baby. The baby's umbilical cord connecting it back to its mother.

"My child...," Holda pants, "My child..." Like the other women who have given birth to your children, her maternal love for the child is already present. You smile happily as you set the newborn child on its mother's now deflated belly. Holda takes hold

"It's a girl." You tell Holda. You pull out a hidden knife from your person and carefully cut the umbilical cord.

"She's beautiful, my King. We've made a beautiful little child." You and Holda share a quick kiss.

A new problem arises with how you're going to get them back to the palace. Holda is too tired to stand let alone walk and you can't very well leave here. Luckily for you, a farmer with a cart is passing by and you call to him. The old farmer is eager to help and brings you all back to the castle. The farmer is handsomely paid for his deeds and set off back to his business.

"Your husband's brood continues to grow." Alana smirks. She, Camilla and Dorothye look at you and Holda from a distance. "Another womb has produced his child." Her eyes turn to Camilla, "It is a tad shame you will never know the rewarding feeling of carrying a child and birthing one."

Camilla looks at her bored, "Come on now, Lady Alana. Have you not over used that jab at me? Surely someone as smart as you can think of something better to insult me with." Alana smirks delightfully at that.

But the former Queen's smile soon drops and is replaced by a saddened smile. "It is a shame you can't give birth, Camilla. You have quite the potential to be a dangerous Queen. Your blood deserves to be passed on."

"No point in thinking about that, Alana. I have come to terms with it. Dorothye will birth any child I would call mine."