Trigger Warning : Racism (ANTIGYPSYISM), Disowning
September 4th, 1533
~Cecily's POV~
Well, it's official. Pregnancy suits my sister.
Anne is absolutely glowing. She's handling this pregnancy perfectly, she's always cradling her bump, talking to it, and most importantly, she taking extra care to make sure they are all healthy, which they are.
She says she's so good only because she's had practice, which made me blush a little.
I would like to say she isn't throwing her pregnancy in her enemies faces, but she kind of is. Especially Wyatt.
I, of course, know the outcome, but will be keeping it to myself.
Anne has asked me to make the christening gowns, as the tradition one is quite out of shape, but I will have to make two extra. (*hint hint)
As for me, Katheryn arrived at Pembroke fie days after the coronation and Raif and I have been getting by. I feel terrible for keeping him and our children a secret, but the Boleyn's and my family would never support me.
I idolize my big sister, I worship the ground that she walks on, and I want to tell her so badly. I want to be able to trust her again, but there's no telling what she's capable of now while her hormones are all over the place. Thomas can use that and manipulate her into disowning me like a common slut.
"Yes, I like it." Anne says as one of her ladies, Anne 'Nan' Seville shows her the designs for the Heir Festival Mr. Holbein sent over.
"Madam Marquis." Mary jokes using Anne's old title of Marquess of Pembroke, which is now my title. (Madam Marquess). She's just playing around. She curtseys and Anne looks up happily at the sound of our older sister.
"No," She says happily, straightening her back, turning towards Mary saying, "just sister!" They giggle.
"How are you sister?" Mary asks as they French kiss. She places a hand on Anne's bump. "How are both of you?"
"We are both very well." Anne says. She grabs Mary's hand and starts to walk her around the room. "Listen, the king and I have visited a famous astrologist, who confirmed what the physician say, and what I know in my heart. That they're boys." Mary excitedly giggles as they walk about the room. "The King is overjoyed. He keeps wanting to tell people, but I tell him not to. Well, not yet anyway."
"Come look at these. Mr. Holbein has already sent out designs for the Heir Festival and christening celebrations." Anne says.
"Gorgeous. Mr. Holbein is indeed a genius." Mary says.
I see her look at Anne and ask, "Are you scared?" Anne looks at her and gives her a denying look. "What is it?" Mary kisses Anne's cheek hard and hugs her while Anne says, "Oh, it's nothing."
I can hear a crack in her voice. I need to get her mind on something else.
I clear my throat with a loud, "Ahem."
"Cecily." Mary says annoyed. Anne just laughs.
"I haven't gotten a chance to you since the coronation, not even that's all you have to say?" I tease. That was true. I haven't really gotten the chance to talk to her or see Little Katherine and Henry, my niece and nephew, since that day when it all started.
"Oh, Lil' Lily, you could always have visited." Mary says in baby voice sarcastically.
"You know I couldn't Mare Bare. I've been far too busy doing your and Gorge's job looking after Anne. And it's a full time thing. And on top of that I have estate to manage since Anne gave me her title." I tease.
"She has the King for a mate. Who would dare hurt- Yep now that I say that I'm hearing it." She says. I give her a sly smirk.
'Walked herself right into that one. Seems she forgot the very first lesson the Boleyn's taught me; don't ever give someone the opportunity to back you into a corner.' I think. I drop the expression and we all laugh together.
These are the moments I love the most. These are the moments I'll miss when Raif and I move to Pembroke. Another thing I haven't told them yet.
My eyes glow white as I get another vision.
I see me laying there with Anne at my side. I know I'm in labor, but my eyes aren't their usual dark brown, well one is, but one's a bright amber.
I scream in pain, my voice mixed with mine and Celeste's. It goes on for this for what could have been hours until I finally hear crying. Then I do it again to get the same result. What that is, I'm not positive.
I gasp falling to the floor. Everyone looks at me, clearly worried, but I get up and run away.
I stop in a corner and open up the link to my wolf. 'Celeste, what in the goddess's name was that?' I ask.
'I will have to deliver pups in sync with you. Selene tells me your body won't be strong enough alone. She told me to show you that to tell you, also to tell you that you need to talk to Anne.' Celeste tells me. I whine.
Last week, I had some guy toss my sleeping body onto one of the beams holding up the roof of the place. Someone tried to jump up and knock me over, making me shriek in front of everyone (the five or six men) there, "PLEASE! I'M PREGNANT!" Everyone had laughed and called me a harlot, but at least Uncle Charles got me down. And I wiped everyone's memory by mistake.
I really miss Auntie M, and I feel terrible for Uncle Charles, but she's with our beloved goddess now and I see her all the time in my dreams. She says all the time that she'll protect me, that she never will let anything happen to me.
'What if it makes her hate us and reject us? She never looked at Mary, her own biological sister, the same way after Little Catherine was born, no matter how much she loves both her and Henry.' I tell her. She goes silent.
--
~Anne's POV~
'Pup is hurting. Go to pup.' Storm tells me. She didn't have to tell me twice.
I walk through the halls, hand protectively on my bump. I hear Cecily crying. I hurriedly walk towards it, but I see her in the arms of someone. I hide in a corner.
"I'm sorry. I want to be out and open, show you off like you deserve, but I'm just so scared. James is already planning a match for me." I hear her sob.
I hear someone possessively growl, "MINE!" It's obviously male. Her mate.
"Obviously I said no. But he is a king and demands an answer as to why. Unfortunately, wanting to find my mate has bought me a few months." She tells the man.
--
~Cecily's POV~
"I will tell him. I will send an image of you through the mind link before I can talk myself out of it." I say.
'James! Can you hear me, Brother?' I call through the mind link, using my magic to push it the extra distance.
'What is it, Sister? I just got back from a council meeting. I'm with a she wolf!' He says mad. I hold back a gag at that thought. I just stopped my brother from copulating with some random girl.
'I have found my mate. His name is Raif and his wolf is named Aztec. He is a half wolf-half mage, like me. And he is a cousin of the Boleyns.' I say. I send an image of him.
'You mean a Boleyn bastard.' He says through the link. My image suddenly goes through and he loudly roars through our link. His roar is so loud it makes me drop in pain and submission, but I get up quickly. 'No, correction,... a GYPSIE Boleyn bastard.' James accuses. I flinch at the word. The 'B' word.
Well technically, I am... that, I was legitimized by my uncle, reasoning being that I was the child of the person my mother was fated to marry.
'James, please! He's a good man. He treats me like an equal. He worships me and I worship him.' I plead.
'Forget it, and there isn't a thing that will change my mind! Now, you will reject him and marry--' He says preparing to use his alpha command on me.
'JAMES, I'M MARKED AND MATED! I LOVE HIM AND I'M PREGNANT!' I snap out without thought. I gasp and cover my mind. He goes silent.
'I, Alpha James Stewart of the Scottish Pride Pack and King of Scotland, do hereby strip you, Gamma Cecily Colette Tudor, of your connection to and place in this pack and turn you rouge to us, therefore disinheriting you and banishing you. You are no longer my sister and only our mother's child to me.' He says.
'James, please. I-' I beg, despite Celeste's loud howls of pain.
'YOUR MAJESTY!' He roars.I whimper at the hatred in his roar. He sarcastically says, 'Good day, Madem. Good luck with your new life.' Then, he cuts the link.
I sink to the ground, landing on my knees in shock. Within seconds tears start coming out in whimpering sobs. Slowly and quietly at first then with the full force of a waterfall, collapsing and curling up into a ball. Raif touches my shoulder and pulls me into his embrace letting me cry on his shoulder. I scream in pain so loudly into him that it's a wonder nobody came running.
--
Meanwhile
Scotland
~Margret T's POV~
"Son, why can't I feel Cecily anymore." I ask my son, walking in with my daughter, Margret next to me.
"Do not say her name." He says dangerously quiet.
"DO NOT SAY HER NAME, GOD DAMN IT! DON'T YOU EVER SAY IT IN FRONT OF ME EVER AGAIN!" He roars, using his alpha aura and throwing stuff off his desk in a tantrum.
"And why, in Selene's name, not?!" I yell asserting my alpha aura. I am a daughter of kings and queens. I will not allow anyone, certainly not my own son, treat me like this.
"The girl has found her mate in a Romani, half-ling boy from bastard based stock. The stupid thing has even wished to disgrace herself further, as she finds herself with-child!" He snaps.
"Why, that's wonderful news! We must have them come back here so we can meet him and they can marry." Margret, my daughter pipes up. I look at her and nod.
"Have you done it already? When are they coming?" I ask my son eagerly.
"Oh my Goddess! Did you hear a word I just said?! Never! She's a rouge now! I banished her!" He says.
"WHAT?!" Margret and I yell.
"She is a disgrace and a disappointment!" He yells.
"Not my baby girl. Not ever." I say. I run out.
I think back to when she was but a newborn babe. Her true father was there and we named her for our mothers. My mother's wolf was named Cecilia and Francis's mother was named Colette. Also, my aunt was Cecily 'Cecelia' of York.
This is his whore, Margaret Erskine's work. I'm sure. James always loved his sister.
'I want to see my grand pup. I want to see my pup.' Sarah whines.
'I know, my friend. I know.' I tell her. I have to go to England and make this right.
--
Two Days Later
England
~Cecily's POV~
Two days. I have been in bed for two days. Anne allowed me time off because I told her I wasn't feeling well. Technically not a lie. I felt like I was run over by a stampede and then watched as my favorite items were crushed by the same stampede. My whole body hurts, especially my heart.
Uncle Henry took me in without question, but it doesn't change the fact that I was rejected by my own biological brother. The very same man who pledged to protect me, to be my night in shining armor till I found a husband.
I'm sure my mother heard about James banishing me by now. However, I am not sure where she stood on the matter. I have not received a link or letter from her for a while.
"My Lady Marquess, someone is here to see you." Nan says.
"Nan, I told you. You are such a good friend to my Anne, so please call me Cecily." I say.
"Didn't I make it clear that WE ARE NOT TO BE DISTURBED?!" Celeste growls out through my mouth, breaking through the barrier I have created.
I have been blocking her since James turned me rogue. I couldn't deal with her pain of our brother and Alpha's rejection on top of mine, even after Uncle Henry took me in.
Nan looks at me in terror. I look down in shame, and apologize for my wolf. 'Celeste!' I scold.
'What?!' She snaps.
'You know what! You really scared Nan just now! She's human! You could have given her a heart attack.' I tell her. I block her before she can retort.
"Nan, please forgive me, I'm just not up to visitors right now." I say.
"Well that's a shame," I hear a familiar voice say. I look up as my mother enters the room. She jokes, "I just want to see my girl. Oh well, looks like I have to go back."
"Mama!" I say getting up.
"My darling!" She says as I run into her waiting arms, hugging her tightly around her waste.
"My mama!" Celeste says through me.
"My precious little one!" She whispers softly into my hair.
I pull away and she looks to me for permission, which I give her with a nod, placing her hand directly onto my stomach, where my maternity corset was, opposite my butt bump.
"Woah!" She says removing her hand. She felt them kick.
"Celeste that I bare multiple, possibly even triplets." I tell her.
"Cecily." I hear Mary's voice call. I turn. "Anne is asking for you. She's in labor!" I rush after Mary.
"Comfort your sibling, please. I have to attend to mine." I call to my mother as I run.
I hear my Anne screaming in furious pain. It breaks my heart to hear it. "Anne." I put my head up to hers and give her my hand to squeeze. Mary stands on the other side. I pass her a potion telling her, "Drink. It'll stop the pain." She downs the whole thing and it takes immediate affect on her.
"Thank you." She says out of breath.
'Tell the queen that her pup is crowning.' Ursula, the midwife says.
"Anne, he's coming out soon. Midwife says he's crowning." I tell her.
"Okay, Your Majesty, push!" Ursula commands. Anne screams in effort, but soon, we hear wailing. Anne breathes quickly as the pup continues crying.
"First pup is a healthy baby boy."
There's pup #1, Edward.
I smile at her and say, "Well done."
A half hour later, at 11:30 in the Night
Anne is struggling to push pup #2 out. Until we here more cries.
Pup #2, Gorge, comes out wailing with the force of two men clashing.
Anne's labor pains start up again, letting her know that there was still more to come.
--
September 7th, 1533
6:57 in the A.M.
~Third Person's POV~
"Hold on, Nan, hold on. Hold on, hold on." Mary panically says switch from looking at Anne to see if the baby is out. over the sounds of Anne's labored breathing. Anne screams bloody murder, nearly breaking Cecily's hand. Mary tries to quite her, but Anne starts screaming again. "Hold on."
Anne screams out in shock as Mary goes to wipe off sweat and stroke her hair. Anne grip tightens on Cecily's hand and pulls away from Mary.
A few minutes later Cecily feels something coming, so she looks to see the baby's almost out. "It's here, Anne, it's here." Cecily tells her as soothingly as she can.
She screams again and then, at precisely 7 A.M., wailing with the force of ten thousand men follows as Ursula shouts, "It's done. It's done, Your Majesty."
"Well done." One of the ladies says.
But something very strange is happening. Everyone, including Cecily, is bowing down to pup #3. Everyone in the room has their necks bared and is in a curtsy. It appears Selene has made her chosen child known.
"What is it? What's happened? What is it?! Is there something wrong with him?" Anne cries panicking.
Mary and Cecily slowly fight the aura and Mary goes over to grab the no longer crying, but cooing and gurgling babe to give to blanket and give to it's mother. Anne smiles as she looks at her baby, but it sours as Mary hands Anne her baby and says, "It's a girl. Your Majesty has given birth to a beautiful, very healthy baby girl."
"A girl?" Anne says solemnly. She sobs, thinking that her daughter will never be able to use her aura as queen of England, and that Henry will be upset all that power will be wasted on a girl.
Anne slowly debates what to do as she holds her cooing and hiccuping babe. She finally decides to lightly kiss her hand, still looking solemn, but slowly becoming enchanted by her sweet, baby daughter. A few seconds later Anne's face twists into a big, bright smile.
Cecily walks over, already enchanted by her new niece. "If you don't mind, I'd like to dress my new niece." She says holding out her arms for the newborn baby, to which Anne reluctantly hands her over.
--
~Cecily's POV~
"Elizabeth." I whisper as I dress my beloved adoptive niece/sister/biological cousin. "You will do great things one day. People might not see it, but I do. You were chosen to rule." I swear she smiles at me as she reaches out to me. I kiss her head as I finally get her in the outfit I had made and put her bonnet on her head.
I hear more screams of pain and another child come into the world. There's the last one. Pup #4, a girl, and the only one who's name I don't know.
I walk Lizzie out to meet her new sister. "We thought we'd come and say hi." I say as I give Lizzie back to her mother, shooting her a brief knowing smirk that I know she caught. "You're done. I promise, you're done."
--
~Anne's POV~
'Traitor! She knew along I was pregnant with four babies and she never told me?!' I say to Storm.
'Selene swore her to secrecy. Don't be too hard on her.' Storm defends. I feel her look down at our pups and she says, 'Henry and Percy will be so pleased with us. And I love our new daughter, the one nuzzled in our arms. We need a strong name for her.' Storm says.
I shake my head and turn my attention to my oldest daughter, who had fallen asleep curled up to me. I place a feathery kiss on her head.
"Elizabeth." I say aloud. She opens her eyes and I swear she smiles, cooing in my arms and trying to grab my hair.
Okay that settles it. She's my favorite.
I smile down as she cooes.
I'm sure by now Henry has heard that I bore him quadruplets.
I catch a hint of Henry's lips amazing scent and he comes in.
"Your Majesty." Everyone says, bowing.
He runs over to me and kisses me with more passion than ever. "Your Majesty I would like you to meet your daughter, Princess Elizabeth." I say giving him Lilibet.
She behaves perfectly, cooing and what sounds like chortling as her father shushes her. "She's so perfect. I can't get enough of her." He says, her aura probably having a different affect on him then everyone else.
"Uncle Henry, would you like me to fetch the new princes and the youngest princess?" Cecily asks.
"In a moment. First I would like to get to know my new princess, my mother's namesake." He says. I feel my heart swell with pride. Cecily looks awestruck.
'Perseus tells me that our child favors Elizabeth of York in someways.' Storm tells me.
"Cecily, venez ici." I say. (Come here.) Cecily comes right over and kneels next to me gasping as she sees Elizabeth. I swear, we must look like this perfect little family. "Nan, go get our sons and our younger daughter." I haven't even held my other children yet, so I'm anxious to meet them.
Nan curtsies and leaves to get our other three children and we content ourselves with staring at the girl in Henry's arms.
"Do you want to hold her, Cecily?" Henry asks. She eagerly nods and walks over to Henry. Henry lays our daughter in Cecily's arms as he says. "Make sure to support her neck now." She nods and supports Elizabeth in all the right places. She leans down and kisses the cooing baby's cheek, sitting down beside me so I can still see her as she unconsciously moves. I give her my hand and her tiny fingers wrap around it.
'I can't stop staring at her. She looks like a clone of you, Nan. I have a feeling she'll go far in this life.' Cecily links me.
I turn and smile at my fist child. I kiss her cheek gently.
"Be her one of her godmothers." I tell her. Cecily looks at me wide eyed, looking about ready to cry, but she nods.
"I'd be honored." She replies. She kisses Elizabeth's head, clutching Elizabeth protectively close to her chest as a bond forms.
"Can I hold my baby now?" I tease. She reluctantly nods and hands me the gurgling Elizabeth.
"The princes and princess as you requested." Nan says coming in.
Cecily is handed our youngest, a daughter, Mary plants herself next to me with our youngest son, and Henry is given our oldest.
"We must name them." I say tickling my second son's cheek.
"Why not Gorge for our youngest boy and Cecily for our youngest?" Henry says. Cecily looks up, so touched a tear runs down her face.
Storm and I were a little hesitant to do that to Cecily for fear that she would think that we are replacing her, but I can see nothing but happiness in her.
"I think that's perfect." I say stroking my first Cecily's hair and place a feathery kiss on her head.
"I'm honored, but how shall we tell between the two of us." She asks teary eyed.
"We shall call her CeCe." I say staring at my new daughter.
"I think that's lovely." Mary says. She kisses the babies cheek.
"CeCe it is." Cecily says looking down at CeCe. "And I'll be Auntie C, like Aunt Mary was to me." She gently kisses her head.
Henry smiles at the mention of his favorite sister.
"And for our oldest, he shall be Edward." I say looking at the boy in Henry's arms. It's then Cecily's eyes go white.
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~Cecily's POV~
I get a vison of Elizabeth's coronation procession. She looks beautiful. Everything about her screams Anne, except her hair, which is a beautiful fiery red like my uncle's.
I can feel she knows of my presence. "Lizzie?" I ask. She nods.
I see Anne hug Lizzie as she says, "Oh, my own heart, I'm so proud of you. You're going to do such great things, my sweetheart."
Then I see me hugging her. "I couldn't be prouder, mon amour." I tell her. Her brother Gorge is there, giving her shoulders a tight, encouraging squeeze. I can tell they're mind linking.
I also see a little girl. She looks about two and resembles Lizzie in almost every way. Could that be- Nah. Wellll... nah.
I smile.
'What did you see?' Anne asks.
I shake my head with a teasing yet playful grunt, letting her know I can't tell her. It'd be treason. She sighs, telling me she's given up.
Five Days Later
"Après nuisais satané," Archbishop Cranmer says holding his arms out for the cooing Elizabeth, standing as her godfather. I stop bouncing her and hand her over, much to her dismay. She immediately starts crying as I hand her off as soon as he touches her.
"Aprenuzio." Everyone says.
Her siblings are waiting baptized, so she had to go. Even so, it takes all of my strength to not rip her away from Cranmer and try to comfort her. My bond to her is already really strong.
"Ego te baptizo--" Cranmer says drawing the cross on Elizabeth's forehead as she shrieks. The devil has left her. He hands her back to me and holds his hands out to the heavens, saying, "in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."
I take Elizabeth over to the side to be blanketed and for her sister then her brothers to go. I know most will say the girls aren't as important, but ladies first.
"You did so well, Lizzie." I whisper to her as she is placed back in my arms, but she's already asleep.
I watch as my sister Mary, my mother, and Raif take little CeCe over and the process repeats. Then again as Gorge walks over with Edward, and as Smeaton takes little Gorge. Then, we all walk of as a herold holding the torch booms out, "God of infinite goodness, send prosperous life and long to the high and mighty Princesses of England, Elizabeth and Cecily and send prosperous life and long to the high and mighty Princes of England, Edward and George!"
We walk to Anne's rooms, where both Anne and Henry are. Anne is sitting up and staring at them with a maternal smile, probably anxious to see her pups and Henry wraps her arms around her neck, kissing her cheek. Anne smiles at Henry, quickly kissing him on the lips back.
I smile at them, as we--me, my mate, my brother, and Smeaton--give the babies to their mother one at a time, just like we practiced. Anne takes them, carefully laying them all in her dominant arm, completely mesmerized by them.
She briefly looks to the crowd and everyone bows or curtsies to the new royal children, making Anne smile brightly. She looks to her babies who are sleeping peacefully in her arms now, yet unconsciously moving their tiny hands. Elizabeth looks like she's trying to find her mother's face and the others look like their trying to find each other. Anne kisses each of her babies on their heads and adjusts them so she can better stare at their sleeping figures.
Raif's hand slips into mine and I send him a secret smile, knowing no one important will be looking. Anne, Henry, and my mother are all too busy staring at the pups. I kiss his hand and he kisses my head, inhaling my scent with impatience.
I take him to a corner when everyone else leaves. I stand there, longingly staring at Anne and Henry. They're laughing about something one of the babies did and laughing and kissing and laughing some more.
'That'll be us one day.' He links me, sensing my longing for a family like this. 'Sooner than we thought.'
'Sooner than we thought.' I agree. I sigh, discreetly placing a hand and one of his on my fast growing bump, hidden with a spell and rub. 'But yet, so long awaited.'
He kisses my hand and then my bump. I feel impatience and paternal love coming from our bond, so I know he agrees with me. Even if the situation isn't totally ideal.
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That Night
Anne was churched later that afternoon, her wolf having healed her faster, and we were having a party for my new nieces and nephews.
"Mary!" I singsongy say spot my cousin. We hug. "So glad you could make it."
"I wouldn't have missed meeting my new siblings for anything in the world." She tells me.
I smell Raif's scent and soon he appears behind me invisibly sniffing my hair. Invisible because he is literally invisible. He turns back to normal at my side.
"Hello, sir." I tease seductively. He plays along.
"Sorry, I'm happily mated." He says.
I pretend to frown and turn to look at him, saying honestly, "Whoever she is, she's a lucky girl."
"I'm the one who's lucky." He says spinning me around and pressing me to his chest, smelling me again. The teasing is very clearly over. I put my hand on his cheek. "And how are you?" He asks me, unconcerned about Mary. Mary is the only one who knows since Auntie M died. Besides, she left as soon as he asked.
"Burning." I answer. I turn around and say seductively, "Burning with impatience." He kisses me and I slip him my tongue.
I can feel someone looking at me. I look to see Anne, and freeze. Raif pulls me out of the room and covers my eyes, walking me somewhere.
Soon, I smell crisp air and flowers, so I know he took me to the garden and I also smell something else. Something that makes my mouth water.
"Surprise." He says uncovering my eyes to revel a beautiful picnic.
I tearfully smile and kiss him. "You're so sweet." I tell him. He picks a Tudor Rose and puts it in my hair.
"You make it easy." He tells me showing me a strawberry that's on his claw. He feeds it to me and I try to seduce him by sucking his figer as his claws turn back to regular nails.
"There's more." He whispers, trying to seduce me now as he sucks on my mark, sending shivers of lust down my spine.
He removes a lid showing me every food I've ever craved during my pregnancy. Apples, honey glazed duck, and more strawberries. "You remembered I craved all these things?" I ask tears of love swelling up in my eye.
He picks up an apple and I bite into it as I dreamily stare at him.
An Hour Later
I walk into my sisters apartments with a lovesick smile on my face. As I walk, I soon realize I am not alone.
Anne turns on her bed and lights a candle. "Where were you? Why were you talking with Raif earlier?" She asks as I enter the main room of the Queen's apartments. I immediately head for Elizabeth to avoid Anne's questions. It seems to have worked.
I pick her up, leaning her on a pillow leaning against her cradle. I cover my eyes with my hands and pull them away saying, "Boo!" She smiles, Anne does too, so I do it again until she cries, hungry.
"Ooooh!" Anne coos as I hand Elizabeth over, trying to shush her. Anne holds Elizabeth and Lizzie 'accidentally' grazes her mother's breast with her fist. "Hungry?" She gives her a look that says, 'Well that simply won't do.' As we all gather around them, laughing, Anne makes a cooing sound that sounds like, "Mmmm." Mary is by Elizabeth's feet playing with them, I'm by her head just staring. More people surround us making Lizzie burry her face into her mother as Anne adjusts her and everyone else besides me plays with her. Anne stares at her daughter for a moment and goes to untie her fine night dress. But then, someone says, "What are you doing?"
We all turn and crusty to the King and say in perfect harmony, "Your Majesty."
Anne straightens Lizzie out and turns to him "May I not feed her from my own breast?" She says cradling Lizzie.
He clicks his tongue and shakes his head as he walks closer and says, "Queens don't do that. Especially not for a daughter." He reaches us and bends down to get Lizzie and says, "Give her to her wet nurse." Anne helps him pick the cooing baby up and watches Lizzie like a hawk with a wistful stare. She soon starts smiling at seeing them together, but there's an unmistakable longing in her eyes.
But then he decides against it at Anne's longing he feels through the bond and gives her back. He just kisses Elizabeth's head and goes.
Anne is frozen until Lizzie reminds her that she's still hungry making Anne stroke her cheek and pulls down on her dress hem, letting her breast out. Lizzie immediately latches and suckles.
I take careful note of how she holds Lizzie to her breast, how Anne gently strokes her cheek as Lizzie eats, how she hums a lullaby to Lizzie, everything.
I smile at the two of them and kiss Anne's head. "I told you you'd be the best mum." I say triumphant.
"Well as I told you, I had lots of practice." She replies back just as triumphant. I blush.
My breasts get tender at just hearing Elizabeth suckle. It's because my body is realizing that it will be able to do that by next March. I know just what I need.
'Ray-Ray, mon amour, where are you?' I link my mate.
'In your rooms waiting for you, Darling.' He says.
"I think I better get some sleep." I tell Anne.
"Okay. Night, sweetie." She tells me before kissing my cheek while somehow managing to not disturb the feeding child.
"Night." I reply.
I hurriedly walk to my rooms and happily jump into bed next to my mate. He doesn't try to talk to me, he doesn't even try to kiss me, he just holds me as I cuddle up,ready to sleep. I feel... like I can get through just about anything as long as I have him. 'Goddess, please let me keep him.' I pray as I fall into a deep slumber.