The next month Anne barely spoke to Francis. She was mad but understood.
"Anne, Listen do you remember when you were little and you asked me to put you in the line of succession?"
"Yeah."
"after years of issues, all of my brothers and all of my cousins and the nobles are in agreement. that you are officially in and have a chance in your own right."
"Great thanks."
"She hardly spoke at breakfast and then left rather quickly," Francis said in our room later. "It has been a month since I would think that everything would be fine."
"She gets pissed off the same way I do. Let her cool off. I'll speak to her and let you know."
I went to Anne's room and saw that she was sitting with a bucket to her face and Jean was sitting with her."
"Hey Mom," Shes said. She looked very pale as if she was sick.
"Anne, are you ok? You don't seem so good?"
"Anne you got to tell her," Jean said.
"O-o-o-o k-k, Mmmmm, I think I'm preg-preg pregnant"
"Oh, ok. this complicates things."
"I Know. I mean at least I know who is the father unlike some of my friends."
"The father. Why would we need to discuss a father?" Francis said as he entered the room.
"Papa, I'm Pregnant."