Birth of your Son

You excuse your self from court and rush to Mary's side You arrive to see the midwife ready to revive the baby and Mary giving one last push.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Screams Mary as the head of your first human child is pushed out of her vagina and is lovingly cradled by the midwife as the child's body follows. The midwife lifts the baby, still attached by the umbilical cord to reveal that it is a boy. You now have a human son.

Once everything is cleaned up and the baby has been wrapped is swaddling clothes You lay in bed with Mary and your son.

"What shall we call him, He is to be a prince and one-day, king?" You ask.

"You are asking me?" Mary asks with a tone of confusion. "I am just a servant, I am the vessel that carried your seed, You are the Queen, he is your son." She stated mater of factly.

"No, Mary, you are special, No longer a servant but the royal confidant, Mother to the prince Mirre and Lubra may be my wives but you are are just as special. So what should we call him?" You reassure her.

"I only know common names like John and Arthur." Mary tells you.

"The prince doesn't need a fancy name, a common name is what I want, the people will struggle to relate to my centaur children with their Centaur names and bodies. Our child will be someone the common people can relate to and respect." You tell her.

"Then let's go with Arthur, it was my father's name." Mary concludes.

"Long live Prince Arthur." You decaler