"There is no point avoiding me, or the subject in hand for that matter", Harold spoke. Lillian put down her spoon and glared at him, "I have not been avoiding you, I have simply been busy". 'Yes, busy avoiding me', Harold muttered under his breath. Rolling her eyes, Lillian got up and left the dining room. As he watched her leave a few small tears rolled down his cheek, but Harold swiftly wiped them away.
On reaching her bed chamber, Lillian made her way to the dressing room. Sitting down at the mirror, Lillian stared at the reflection looking back at her. She felt a failure: as a Queen, as a mother, but most importantly, as a wife. A quiet knock on the door snapped her out of the daze. "Come in", she sighed. Harold poked his head around the door and looked at Lillian, "What am I going to do with you? Come here". Lillian shot up from the chair and hugged Harold tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry", Lillian sobbed in to his shoulder. "You have nothing to be sorry for, nothing at all". "But I do! I'm your queen; it's my job to provide us with an heir". Harold carefully pulled away from Lillian and wiped her tears away. "We already have a beautiful daughter, so don't be so downhearted. What exactly did the doctor say?". Looking away, Lillian spoke gently, "Nothing really. Simply the fact that….that I cannot have any more children..." shaking her head, "I don't know Harold, I suppose after this long I should have realised for myself that something was wrong". "Oh Lily, I wish you had told me your appointment was today, I would have come with you". Taking a deep breath, Lillian spoke again, "It's done now, and I've sulked like a child, now we have to move on. I'm going to make some tea..". With that, she simply left the room.
Curling up on the sofa in front of the cosy fire, Lillian took a long sip of her tea. After the day she had had, she simply wanted to relax. "Ah, I thought I might find you here. Would you mind if I joined you?". Smiling, Lillian patted the sofa, "Of course not, sit next to me". As Harold sat down, Lillian lay against him, and he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her hair. "Please try not to think too much in to this darling, I don't think I could bare to see you so upset again". "I won't. I am so frustrated and angry at myself! You knew how much we'd spoken and longed for another child", light tears escaping, "It can't be helped now, can it. I'm just not a very good wife, am I?". Harold tickled Lillian and laughed, "Indeed you are not a good wife…you are the best wife any man could wish for!". Lillian turned around and kissed him, "I love you". Harold smiled and returned the kiss, I love you too".