Chapter Three

Seven months has passed since the Royal physician had told me that I was going to have a baby. I am now nine months with child and six months since we made the announcement to my country. Because I am a Royal Princess, I am just doing my duty to my husband the Prince and my country; well of course Francis and I wanted the baby so we are happy. My Mother and Father-in-law are, well, over the moon really, me on the other hand? I was but I am not so sure now. I cannot see my feet and there are certain smells that make me feel nauseated.

"How is the little one?" I have never seen my husband so happy I thought I could not please my husband and now, it seems like I have pleased Francis with this pregnancy. "Oh you know, kicking quite a lot. Oww!" "Marie? What is wrong?"

Marie doubles over in pain as another contraction strikes through her abdomen, "I do not know but I think I might be in labour" Marie screams as a third contraction hits her. Francis runs to his mother, his face as white as a ghost, and says to her "MotherMariehasgoneintolabour" "What? Francis, take a deep breath sweetie and tell me what is wrong." He does as what his Mother tells him and says "Marie has gone into labour and-""come on then, I will stay with Marie while you get one of the servants to call the physician hmm?" Francis nods his head and he and his mother went into the room where Marie was. "Ugh. I cannot do this. Ow" she cries. The Queen Takes hold of her hand and tells her "sweetheart you can do this. Our bodies were made do this" Just then the physician comes in and says" right. Men out!" Francis looks outraged but heads out of the room anyway. Only a few of her ladies-in-waiting and her mother-in-law stay with her.