Weeks passed in a blur of courtly duties and secret midnight encounters. The passion between you and Abigail showed no signs of cooling, but the consequences of your unbridled indulgence soon made themselves known.
On a quiet morning, you entered her chambers to find her standing by the window, a complex expression on her face as her hand rested lightly over her stomach. She turned to you as you approached.
"It seems our luck has run its course, My Lord," Abigail said softly, taking your hand and placing it directly over her lower abdomen. "The royal physician confirmed it this morning. I am with child."
You blinked, a wave of sudden realization washing over you as you felt the faint, subtle warmth beneath her palm. "Already? After the potions we took upon our arrival?"
Abigail let out a wry, amused chuckle, leaning her head against your shoulder. "Those potions purgeth the past, not the future, my dear king. We have been... exceptionally thorough these past few weeks."
You shook your head, a mixture of awe and ironic amusement settling in your chest as you looked down at her. "I swear, Abigail, you are remarkably fertile. A few weeks as my concubine and your womb is already swelling with my child."
"It seems so," she whispered, looking up at you with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "The court will have its scandal after all. Let them whisper about the bloodlines and the king's cousin-child."
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