This is a little something I wrote for an RP I'm doing with a good friend of mine on tumblr. If any of you are interested, my RP blog is called 14thinline DOT tumblr DOT com. It was a nightmare naming all twelve sons but I persevered! I hope you enjoy

For the First Time in Forever

King Nikolaus II of the Southern Isles and his 12 sons sat quietly in the library, all of them doing their own activities in hope to lessen the aura of nervousness and anxiety that filled the air. The anxiety stemmed from the fact that Queen Cathrine had gone into labor several hours ago and they had yet to receive any news to her well-being or that of the children. All they knew was that twins would be born because, throughout the Queen's pregnancy, her belly was just as large as it had been when she was pregnant with Torvald and Torsten, the 5th and 6th son.

In an attempt to break the silence, the King asked his sons of what to name the newborns.

"Annelise!" Andrew, the 9th, yelled

"Viktoria!" Sigmund, the 4th, screamed

"Henriette!" Klaus, the eldest, exclaimed

"Rebekka!" Viktor, the 7th, cried.

"Rosa!" Niels, the second eldest, shrieked.

"Eva!" Torvald and Torsten said in sync

The King laughed heartily at the suggestions of his sons,

"Those are beautiful names but they're all for a daughter. What if your mother has a son?" The sons fell silent at his question. While they were excited for the birth, they weren't as enthusiastic about the idea of another brother. They all wanted a sister, especially the eldest three. Klaus, Niels, and Rolf could barely tolerate the fact that there was still a possibility that their mother would give birth to another two boys because the three thought they had more than enough brothers. From the very beginning of the Queen's pregnancy, they had hoped and prayed that this would be the one that would give them the little jewel they wanted.

"Hans?" Frederick, the 12th son, suggested.

"Kristoffer!" Christian, the 10th, joined in.

"Georg." Bjorn, the 8th, added.

"Adam." Edvard, the 11th, offered.

"Alexander." Rolf proposed sourly when he realized he was the only that hadn't called a name. The King clapped his hands together with pride.

"Those are beautiful, my sons." He laughed, earning smiles from his youngest. Frederick abandoned the toys he was playing with and crawled onto his father's lap, resting his head on his shoulder.

"How much longer, father?" The two and a half year old asked with a yawn. The King sighed and fondly stroked the child's black hair.

"Have patience, Frederick." The King replied. He looked up and stared each son in the eye, "All of you, have patience. We will hear something soon." He assured them. The family dispersed to varies places in the room as the King began to entertain Frederick. Klaus, Niels and Rolf took their spot by the window, all three switching between staring out into the night or at each other. Only minutes later, the doors of the library opened and a lady-in-waiting entered. The King put Frederick down and rushed to her, his sons on his heels.

"Well?" The King asked impatiently as the woman bowed. She stared down at the floor and wrung her hands,

"Your Highness, the Queen has delivered the first child." She fell silent, biting her lip. With a deep breath, she looked up at the King, "It's a boy."

The eldest three made no effort to suppress a groan. The King shot them a frown over his shoulder before returning his attention to the woman.

"Is Cathrine alright?" He asked with concern.

"Her Majesty is fine."

"And the second child?"

"Within the hour, your Majesty."

"Good." The King said with a nod, "Good." He gave a dismissive wave with his hand towards the lady-in-waiting and she left the room. He returned to his chair and slowly sank back into the comfortable pillow, keeping his sight on an insignificant spot on the floor. He looked up, however, when he heard the tinkles of coins. The King was almost in shock when he saw Klaus and Niels throw a small pouch filled with money to Sigmund.

"Boys!" The King said sternly as Rolf threw a pouch to Sigmund, "This is not a betting game!"

"We're not betting, father" Sigmund retorted as he greedily collected the pouches, "I'm just collecting a small reward for proving those three wrong." He pointed at the three eldest, "They said that no boys would be born whereas I said that one boy and one girl would be born. And those two," He pointed at Torvald and Torsten, "Said that two boys would be born." He opened the pouches and started counting the contents.

The King shook his head in disappointment but said nothing further on the matter. He relaxed in his chair, trying to find a way to pass the time.

10 minutes must've passed when they heard footsteps again. These were different than the ones before. They sounded faster, more excited. The doors slammed open and the same lady-in-waiting as before came running through the door. She hastily bowed before the King and the princes.

"Your Majesty, the Queen has delivered the second child." She said quickly, hardly able to contain her excitement, "It's a girl."

The room fell abruptly silent. The three eldest looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes; Sigmund had completely forgotten about the pouches of coins the twins owed him; and Frederick dropped his toys.

"It's a girl" The King asked in a voice dripping with disbelief and shock. The young woman nodded ferociously,

"Yes, your Majesty, a girl." The King's mouth fell open and he looked at his sons. Klaus smiled brightly at his father and nodded. Without another word, the King exited the room. Frederick wanted to follow but the lady-in-waiting gently stopped him, saying that the King and Queen deserved a moment's peace.

The King hastily walked to the Queen's room. Inside were many maids, servants, and the midwife, all of them smiling and rejoicing at the safe birth of two more royal children. They all bowed as the King passed, muttering 'your Highness' or 'your Majesty'. The King paid little heed to them. Instead, he stared at his wife, lying in bed exhausted but still smiling. She held on of the children in her arms while a close friend of hers held the other. She looked at the King and bowed her head. Gently, she passed the babe into the King's arms, the child squirming a little before returning to sleep,

"Your son, your Majesty." She said. The King looked down at the child. He was very small and seemed very weak. His eyes were closed so the King couldn't see his eye color but on top of his little head were the faint traces of auburn hair. He looked at his Queen and smiled at her, taking a seat beside her in order to get a good look at his first daughter.

Just like her twin, she was very small with faint traces of auburn hair on her head. Her little eyes were open, revealing bright green irises. She was making gurgling sounds as she grabbed hold of her mother's pinky and tried to put it in her little toothless mouth.

"She's beautiful," The King commented. He leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on his wife's head, "Just like her mother." The Queen blushed lightly,

"And your son is as handsome as you." She commented. The King smiled, though it was slightly forced. The Queen looked at her two newborns, "What shall we name them?"

"Your other sons have come up with plenty of beautiful names." The King said. He proceeded to tell her all the names they had come up with. After the King finished speaking, the Queen furrowed her brow in deep thought, looking down at her daughter.

"Henriette." She said after a moment.

"Beautiful. And your son?" The King asked, motioning to the babe in his arms. carefully removing one arm, the Queen gently placed a hand on her newborn son's head,

"Hans."