Disclaimer: I do not own the song from the Swan Princess; "This is My Idea". The lyrics are solely used as prompts for the story.

Note: This prompt is not a part of the original story line, but the italic lines here and there sure is!

» And they lived happily ever after «

Five years had passed since the good King William had passed away. It was five years ago since [Name] and Arthur had been wed. The years seemed to have passed so fast; faster than [Name] had managed to register. After the wedding, they had had a lot of work to merge the two countries, and with success. Each country had been looking forward to it, but under the circumstances, the royal pair had become anxious about it. Fortunately, the people had no objections. The trade-routes were now secured, both countries were secured extra supplies in the winter – and assistance if some event occurred.

However, only two years after the wedding, Queen Sophia, Arthur's mother passed away. She was doing horseback-riding, when she got a sudden feeling of indisposition. Her age was getting the best of her, and she hadn't merely made it to the castle before her heart had stopped beating.

"Arthur" [Name] began as she approached her husband from behind. His mother's death took its' toll on him. Although he might have sentenced her to death many, many times when he was younger, he still loved her dearly. And now, she had passed away. He never knew his father, and now he lost his mother. It was no secret, the new King felt alone. His oldest brother had moved to a country nearby, his younger brother was getting wed, leaving his little sister, Sophia as the only one to live with him.

"Bloody hell [Name]! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Arthur snapped, causing a giggle to erupt from his wife's throat.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention, are you alright?" she questioned, standing beside him. The blond snorted and ran his gloved hand through his thick locks before finally looking at her. A small smile spread on his lips.

"No, but knowing you are here, I am good! I could never have been better, now that I have you," he chuckled at the small blush on her cheeks. Over the years, [Name] had learnt her husband was a charmer when he wanted to; a very caring man. He might have a dangerous temper, but as angry and scaring he could be, just as loving he was.

"Us," [Name] corrected him. "Us"

"I'm sorry, yes, you. Both of you," his emerald optics landed on his hand placed on her stomach. Yes, [Name] was pregnant. Her stomach stood out proudly through her dress. It was impossible for her to hide it – she didn't want to hide it either. She was happy to be carrying his child.

Extended ending

Merely two months later, [Name] found herself in pain. She was labouring. The pain was unbearable. And of course the child decided to be born in the middle of the night where everyone was sleeping. Maids came running from everywhere, helping her with the delivering. The town's doctor just barely managed to arrive at the castle in time before the baby was born. He said it to be a regular birth. However, just when the baby was on the way out of its mother, the doctor became nervous. The umbilical cord was wriggled around the baby's neck. He couldn't bring himself to tell the labouring Queen that it was normal, so he cut it over as fast as he could, so the baby would be able to breathe on its own.

"It's a boy, Your Highness. Congratulations!" he finally exclaimed, wrapped the baby into a white blanket before handing it to its nearly breathless mother.

"Is it really a boy?" Arthur asked excitedly. Tears were slowly forming in the corner of his eyes. His wife had given birth to a son.

"Yes, isn't he wonderful? I've been waiting for you so long, Jasper," [Name]'s lips had a quivering smile. She wanted to cry.

"Jasper?" Arthur asked confused.

"Yes, I want to name him Jasper," the Queen stated, smiling at her newborn son who slept soundlessly in her arms. Arthur knew arguing with her over the name would be pointless. She was just as stubborn as he was, so in the end she would get it her way anyway.

"Long live, Prince Jasper!"