14. Genderswapped

Note: F!Marth and M!Kris

Martha did her best to not concentrate too much on anything else, making sure that the cleric she visited would stay quiet about her current status, determined to break the news herself.

But her hand continued to tremble. Giving up on trying to write any more, she put the quill down and her hands up to her face, covering her eyes, choking back sobs, holding back tears.

Not like this.

Not like this.

They would be discovered, and everything would fall into ruin...

No.

She had a plan. She hated having to use her husband, Shilah, like this, but... for the sake of the world, the nations, them, herself,the secrecy...

"Milady, I heard that you are pregnant with a child!" Kris greeted his liege in the morning of the next month.

Martha smiled and nodded. "Yes! Shilah and I are just so excited! In fact-"

With a lower voice edged with concern, he added, "There's something troubling you."

She bit her lip, a habit of hers that they both were aware whenever she was caught up in a tight situation. "We... we need to talk."

She pulled him over to the side, and when both were absolutely positive that nobody could hear them, she whispered to Kris, "I knew a long time ago. It's... the... the child is yours. You're the real father."

Silence stretched out between them. She looked down, shame blossoming like a weed across her face. "I-I'm sorry for lying, Kris, I-"

"I'm happy."

She looked up and saw the smiling face of her lover.

"Even if we are not able to raise him... I am still very glad of this news... our child. Our child."

Martha couldn't help but smile back. "I... would like it if you would name him or her when the baby is born... like how you allowed me to name yours."

They allowed themselves to embrace each other, arms going around neck and torso, breathing in the flawed yet perfect essence of each other. "Of course."

"If a boy... Celice. If a girl... Krystal."

A/N:

Idk angst.

Also, with a reevaluation of my writing skills, I saw that I don't have the drive (or whatever you want to call it) to actually put effort on a long-time story that goes on and on. It's why drabbles and oneshots and poetry work best for me, to be honest.

So, uh, don't expect anything big from me.