The Queen felt sick to her stomach. She vomited in the chamber pot. The last time she felt this sick was; no, it couldn't be could it? after seventeen years of trying.
She couldn't possibly? Could she be? She missed her monthly after all. Should she tell her husband just incase? But if she did would he think that she hadn't been faithful? That this wasn't his doing?
She thought about whether she should wait. To see if this turned out to be a miscarriage which was common if a woman was older in age. She thought about telling her sons but Prince would almost immediately tell his father. Sweet Prince Adrien would probably go into a catatonic state.
She always wanted another child but doctors told her that her body couldn't handle another. Her body rejected the possibility all together. Her husband never understood nor helped the situation.
She knew what she wanted to do. She didn't want to be Queen. Maybe she should take the Lord up on his offer. Runaway with him if she is indeed with child. Raise him or her under a different name.
She would eventually tell her sons most likely through letters but telling them anything about another sibling. They'll must never know. She knew she was worried about nothing the chance of her body rejecting it was impressively high.
A/N: Eight months? Elope? Pawssible pregnancy? Sneaky cat puns? *looking up baby names*
