Concerned but happy

At first you’re not sure how to react; it was obvious this was going to happen at some point after the little arrangement you had with her. You are now less than a couple months away from reaping what you had sown multiple times. You look at Veronica, she doesn’t look scared or nervous but it was clear by how she held herself, her hands rubbing themselves and her staring at your face waiting for a reaction, she’s concerned.

You’re scared at first; your first child, all the responsibility that will no doubt come with it, a bastard no less which will muddy the waters of any future marriage and pose succession issues.

But as you kept looking at her, you can’t help but feel a warmness overtake you and a smile creep onto your face “Thats... that’s wonderful!” You exclaim and you wrap your arms around her and kiss her on the head. She holds you as the two of you sway slightly in the embrace.

You pull away slightly and look at her; you’ve seen her face possible a hundred times now but, for a while now, she looked more beautiful each day and now she looked radiant. “You hold her tightly and kiss her as you both hold each other tightly.

“I thought you’d be a bit more scared by the news.” Veronica said.

“Well... considering our little routine, it isn’t really a surprise.” You laugh.

“I guess not.” She laughed back.

The two of you lie back on the bed still holding each other as you continue to talk about possible names and your child’s future.

While you two don’t sleep with each other as frequently, you make the effort to spend some time with her. Over the course of a few months you notice her stomach growing larger; you tend to her closely for a while now, making sure she has what she needs.

Maybe you’re being too overburdensome because you notice she look uncomfortable at times from the affection. Yet the time spend with her is good and you grow closer more and more. You notice the stares and talk from the others, none more so that your mother who isn’t thrilled with the idea of a grandchild born out of wedlock.

Today you’re sat at your desk in your chambers, an important document now lying on your table as your summon the courage to put your name at the bottom. You read over it

“I decree, that from now till the end of their days, my child be a legitimate member of my house and heir to the throne...” you mutter. You place the dry feather quill over the bottom of the decree.

Suddenly a knock on the door interrupts you “Enter.” You command, the door opens to see your spymaster walk in and close the door.

“Your Grace, I have news to share with you, it’s about Veronica...”