Chapter 16: Yuletide
When the Harvest Festival ended and everyone headed back to their respective corners of Sherwood, Regina and Robin decided to tell their family the good news. They arranged for a private dinner in their rooms and as everyone sat around the table, Robin took Regina's hand and told them about the baby.
Everyone stared at them in stunned silence. Ana broke it first, standing up to hug Regina. "Congratulations, you two. This is such good news."
"My baby girl is going to have a baby of her own." Henry stood, misty-eyed as he approached Regina. Ana stepped aside, letting him take his daughter into his arms.
Robin stood there, watching the scene with a smile on his face until he felt a soft hand on his arms. He looked over to find Mother standing next to him, crying. Letting a little gasp, he hugged her. "Mother."
"My sweet Robin," she said, framing his face with her hands. "You've grown up. You're the king, you're a husband and now you're going to be father. You're not my little boy anymore."
"Oh, Mother," he sighed, hugging her. She sniffled as she continued to cry into his shoulder. "Please don't cry. This is happy news."
"I know. But still…" She pulled back, giving him a smile with watery eyes. "You are going to be an amazing father."
He smiled. "Thank you, Mother. If I am even half the man Father was, I think I'll be alright."
"Your father would be so proud with how you've handled everything thrown at you this year," Aunt Eleanor said. "I know we all are."
Regina stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around Robin as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I certainly am."
He kissed her forehead, holding her close. It had been a surprise to read her letter to him, to learn that she was with child. He had wanted to wait until they had been married longer but at the same time, was not going to deny themselves the pleasures of the marital bed. As he had laid in bed with her asleep next to him, Robin knew this was a good thing. They were ready to be parents and they were going to love the child growing under Regina's heart with everything they had.
"We're not telling the court just yet," Robin said. "We want this to be ours for a little bit longer."
Mother nodded. "That makes sense. It's also early and things are bit more uncertain during this time."
Fear gripped Robin's heart and Regina curled closer to him at the thought of her losing the baby. He pressed his lips together. "We know."
"I'm going to try to do my best to keep up with my duties, but I might have to bow out every so often to rest or if I'm sick," she said, looking at Ana. "Do you think you could step in when I can't be there?"
Ana smiled, hurrying forward to take Regina's hands in her own. "It would be my honor, Regina."
"We'll all take care of you, Regina," Aunt Eleanor said. "You and that little one growing inside you."
Robin smiled, knowing it was the truth. "Thank you, all. We both appreciate it."
"And we love you," Regina added, radiating with joy. He basked in it and the love from their family, everything perfect for that moment.
The first snow came to Sherwood a few weeks after the Harvest Festival. Robin sat with his council, wanting nothing more than to flip the table and toss them all out as they had once again descended into petty squabbling. He was grateful for the little lavender packet his mother had sewn for him that Regina insisted he wear under his clothing to help ward off headaches.
He glanced out the window, noticing the first few snowflakes starting to drift past them. Robin smiled, feeling like a child as he thought of all he could show Regina once the ground was coated in white.
"Your Majesty?" Lord Hutton asked, looking at Robin curiously. It was then he noticed everyone was staring at him, meaning he was supposed to say something. Yet he didn't know what.
Robin sighed. "I am sorry. The snow distracted me. What were we discussing?"
"Perhaps it's best if we resume tomorrow," Lady Wellingsbury said, smiling at him. "It was nothing that needs to be resolved right now."
Lord Hutton nodded as he stood. "I agree. Your Majesty?"
Robin waved his hand, dismissing them. He watched them file out of the room until it was only Lady Wellingsbury and him.
She leaned closer to him and he blinked a few times, surprised she was so close to him. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Regina is with child," she said, leaning back with a triumphant smile.
He scowled. "Mother told you."
"No. I can see it in your eyes. It's the same light I saw in your father's after your mother told me she was expecting you." Lady Wellingsbury rested her cheek on her hand. "Congratulations, Robin. You and Regina are going to be wonderful parents."
"Thank you," he replied. "We're excited but not yet ready to announce. Regina's still not too far along."
She nodded. "Understandable. I agree. You two can announce when you're good and ready."
"I'm surprised," Robin admitted. "I thought you would've been pressing me to tell the council."
"To get them off your back, I'm know," she replied. "But they can find out in due time. Don't let them rush you into anything. I know they didn't rush you into this pregnancy."
He grinned, feeling his cheeks start to burn. "No, no they didn't. Regina and I relied on nature for this."
"I'm certain you did." Lady Wellingsbury gave him a cheeky smile before standing. "I'll let you go back to your wife. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
"Thank you. I think I'll introduce Regina to the snow," Robin said, standing as well.
She chuckled. "I think Regina has seen snow. How do you think the young princess got her name?"
"I haven't seen snow in ages!" Regina hurried out of the palace, her fur-lined cloak wrapped around her. She titled her head up, smiling as the flakes landed on her long black lashes.
Robin stepped closer to her, wrapping his arms around her. "Lady Wellingsbury said something about Snow White's name…"
She nodded. "When I was little, around when I turned eight, I guess, we had a really bad winter. Snow storm after snow storm hit our country and buried us all in snow. Our servants gave up trying to dig us out for it kept snowing faster than they could dig. Not even Mother's magic could work.
"Supplies started to run low and we had to ration firewood and food. Most days Irene just dressed me in the warmest dresses she could find and a few times, she agreed to let me wear my riding pants," Regina continued. "That was when Snow was born. It took a few months though for her birth to be announced since the heralds couldn't make it out of the palace until the snows started to melt."
He held her close, watching as snow continued to cling to her dark locks. "Was that the last time you saw snow?"
"Pretty much. There were flurries here or there, but nothing truly substantial since that winter. It's as if nature realized it was too much and went light on us," she replied. "Does it snow a lot here in Sherwood?"
"Each winter is different, but we usually get a few snow storms," he said, kissing her cheek.
She laughed, stepping away from him. "So, what do you do in the snow?"
"Many things," he said. "We can make snow angels, build a snow man…"
Robin crouched down and gathered some snow in his hands. He packed it together, keeping his eyes on Regina the whole time.
She tilted her head, frowning. "What's that?"
"A snowball," he replied, grinning like the cat who got the bird.
Regina backed up a bit, her eyes widening. "You wouldn't dare pelt your wife with a snowball. Especially when she is carrying your child."
She pressed her hand to her stomach and he hesitated. There was little chance a snowball would hurt her but then he imagined her losing her footing and slipping, landing the wrong way. He definitely didn't want to chance it. Spying another target, Robin turned and let the ball fly. It landed on Will's back, covering his cloak in white.
Will turned slowly as Regina huddled closer to Robin, giggling into his shoulder. Robin watched his friend advance on him, scowling. "You did not hit me with a snowball!"
"What if I did?" Robin asked, puffing out his chest. "What are you going to do about it? I am your king."
"Yes, but you're still Robin. And Robin wouldn't hide behind his crown from a fight, believing it would give him a disadvantage."
He narrowed his eyes at Will, cursing the fact his friend knew him so well. Turning to Regina, he kissed her cheek. "I'm afraid I must leave you to go to battle, milady."
"I understand," she said, sounding serious though her lips twitched. "Be strong and come back to me, my love."
"I will do my best." He kissed her, smiling against her lips before pulling back. Robin turned to face Will. "Are you ready?"
Will raised an eyebrow as he packed together another snowball. "Are you?"
"Of course." Robin leant down, gathering snow to make a ball of his own. "In the name of fairness, I'll let you…"
He didn't finish his statement before he was hit with something cold and wet. Robin glanced down to see clumps of snow clinging to his tunic and nodded. "All right. That was your one free shot. No more kindness."
"Are you going to talk or are you going to throw some snow around?" Will launched another ball, hitting Robin in the arm.
Robin gathered up another ball, hurling it at his friend. They exchanged several volleys, racing around the snow-covered courtyard as Regina watched. Will was quick on his feet, always moving, but Robin's aim was just as true without his bow and arrows. He landed several snowballs on his friend but took just as many hits himself.
As the snow began to pick up in intensity, he knocked Will down. His friend grabbed onto his cloak, pulling him down with him. They laid on the snow, wet and cold but overjoyed. "That was fun," Robin said.
"It was," Will agreed. "It's been far too long since we had a good snowball fight."
Robin nodded, sitting up. He smiled as Regina hurried toward him, the black fur around her cloak covered in white. "Did I please my lady?" he called out.
"Yes, you did," she replied, leaning over him. "Now your lady would like to go inside and warm up by the fire."
"Of course. Will, you should head inside to your lady and get warmed up. This snow is not letting up any time soon." Robin glanced up at the sky.
Will did so as well before nodding. "A cuddle in front of the fire with Ana sounds wonderful now. Maybe I'll see if the kitchens have some mulled cider."
Regina's eyes lit up. "Mulled cider? I love that."
"Then I think a group trip to the kitchens are in order." Robin held out his arm to her. "Let's go and get out of the snow."
The snow grew heavier as the day became night. Robin only could see white whenever he looked out of the window and he cancelled that night's state dinner, opting to eat alone with Regina in front of the fire in their rooms.
She laid on the couch now, wrapped in her bathrobe as she rubbed her stomach. Robin watched her, smiling as he recalled her excitement that morning as she showed him what she was certain was a bulge. Their child was starting to make his or her presence known, she had told him. He had laughed and agreed, pulling her back into bed with him at the time.
Now, he studied her as the fire casted a beautiful glow on her. Robin had seen women grow and change as the children inside them grew. He wondered how his child would change Regina. Would she grow large? Carry high or low? How much would her breasts grow, getting heavy with the milk that would nourish their child?
"Robin? Is something wrong?" she asked, breaking his thoughts. She looked up at him with concern in her eyes.
He shook his head, climbing onto the couch to lay next to her. Robin pulled a blanket around them, holding her close against him. "I was just thinking about what you are going to look like in a few months."
"You mean fat and bloated?" She made a disgusted face, crinkling her nose.
Robin kissed it. "Beautiful. You'll always be beautiful, no matter how our child changes your body."
"There's that Locksley charm," she teased, caressing his cheek. "If we have a son, I am certain he will inherit it as well."
He toyed with her hair. "Do you think we will have a son or a daughter?"
She shrugged. "I don't think I care either way. As long as he or she is healthy, I will be happy."
"Me too," he replied, holding her close. He let his eyes close as the warmth from the fire washed over them.
Regina sighed, resting her head in the crook of his neck. "This is nice. I'm going to like snow if it means we can cuddle like this."
He chuckled. "Me too."
They laid there in silence, listening to the crackles and pops of the log burning in the fireplace. Robin rubbed her stomach, smiling as he thought of the baby growing inside. "This is going to be the best Yule ever," he said.
"Yule?" she asked, frowning as she looked up at him with questioning eyes.
He sat up a bit, frowning as well. "They don't have Yule in Mist Haven?"
"We have the Winter Solstice. Is it the same thing?" she asked, tilting her head with curiosity in her eyes.
"It takes place on the Solstice, so I guess," he said, resting his arm on the back of the couch. "Do you also celebrate with great feasts and lots of dancing?"
She shook her head. "We didn't but I know the villagers nearby would light a giant bonfire and dance around it all night."
"Sounds like fun."
"I'm sure it was. I wasn't allowed to go."
He frowned. "So your parents didn't do anything to celebrate Yule…I mean solstice…at all?"
"Well, we had a grand feast but that really wasn't much of a treat," Regina replied. "Daddy also gave me presents every year. Do you exchange presents here in Sherwood?"
"We do. You've given me mine early," he answered, pressing his hand to her stomach.
She rolled her eyes. "This gift won't be here until spring."
"Then I guess it'll be birthday present instead," he replied with a chuckle. "Still, you don't have to get me anything, Regina. I have you. That's enough."
"Nonsense," she replied, rolling her eyes again. "Especially as I know you'll get me something even if I told you that you were enough for me."
Robin bit his lip, pleased that she knew him so well. "Too true."
"I guess I'll need a dress."
"I'm certain Tink has the royal seamstresses on it already," he replied, wrapping a curl around one of his fingers.
She chuckled. "She is very good at staying on top of those things for me. I don't know what I would do without her."
Robin grinned, pleased. "That's why I wanted her to be your handmaiden. She's one of the best in the palace."
"Well, I should thank you." She smirked, scooting closer to him. Regina pressed kisses along his jaw until she reached his lips.
He kissed her tenderly, cupping the back of her head. She rested on his chest as she gripped his robe, pulling him closer. Robin nibbled on her lower lip and she opened to him, letting his tongue sweep her mouth.
She pulled away, eyes hooded. "Shall we turn in early, my king?"
"I think that sounds wonderful, my queen," he replied, standing up. He scooped her up and carried her into their room while she laughed the entire way.
"Is everything fine after yesterday's storm?" Robin asked Will the next morning. He sat in his office, a fire roaring in the hearth.
Will nodded, sitting down in one of the other chairs. "We've no reports of caved roofs or downed trees. Everything seems fine for now."
"Good," Robin replied, leaning back in his chair. "Then I can focus on the Yule celebrations."
"Shouldn't that be Regina's concern?"
"Yes, but they don't celebrate Yule in Mist Haven. They celebrate the solstice and even then, it sounded like Regina's mother thought it was more something for the peasantry to celebrate rather than nobility."
"I see," Will replied. "Certainly your mother and aunt can help Regina plan it. It won't stress her or the baby, I'm certain."
Robin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know. But if this is Regina's first Yule, I want everything to be perfect."
"Of course you do. Because that's who you are. However, I think Regina will enjoy it even if it's not perfect. She'll be with you." He gave Robin a pointed look.
"True, but still…"
Will sighed. "Fine. But you'll have to let Regina do something eventually."
"I know and I will. Just…not Yule. Not yet."
"Fine." Will shifted in his seat. "Are you and Regina going to announce her pregnancy then?"
Robin hesitated. "I've considered it but at the same time, it still feels too soon to share the news."
"How long are you going to wait? Until Regina's dresses can't be let out anymore? Or until she goes into confinement?" Will teased.
"It won't be that long. Just…Just not now. Probably after the New Year, when we feel more confident."
Will nodded. "It's your call, of course. Now, what do you want to do first about the Yule Ball?"
"Talk to my mother," Robin answered, sheepish. "She'll be able to help."
"Just let her plan the whole thing. She's done it for years."
He frowned. "I know. But I want to put my personal touch on it for…"
"For Regina," Will finished before sighing. He stood. "I'll see what we'll need. How's that?"
"Thank you, Will. What would I do without you?" Robin grinned at his friend.
"Let's pray you never have to find out." Will winked at him before sliding out of the room.
Robin chuckled before looking back over the papers on his desk. Yule was going to be perfect for Regina. He was determined to make it so.
Mother visited him an hour later. She smiled as she closed the door. "You know it is Regina's duty as queen to plan Yule."
"Will already reminded me of that," Robin replied, smiling at her. "I'm certain he told you what my reasoning is."
She nodded, taking a seat. "He did. I also agree with him that Regina doesn't want perfection. She wants you."
"I don't want to rehash this argument, Mother. I just…I just want to give her everything."
"You can't make up for how awful her mother was to her," Mother said, leaning against the desk. "Just love her now."
"I'm doing that."
She smiled. "Yes, you are. And she's loving you."
"Yes, she is. You're not going to deter me from my plan, though."
"I know," Mother replied. "I was hoping, though, to convince you to work with Regina. She should be able to plan this."
He sighed, knowing he was incapable of arguing with Mother. "I'll discuss it with her. If she doesn't feel up to it though…"
"That's different. Then I will gladly help you plan the festivities in her stead. Don't influence her decision." She gave him a pointed look.
"I would never. Not after everything her mother did," he insisted, slightly hurt that Mother would think that of him.
She nodded. "I just wanted to make certain. Now, how goes her pregnancy?"
"So far, so good," he replied. "She's been mostly tired and gets sick at night rather than the morning, though."
"Sickness can strike at anytime. It's a myth that it only happens in the morning," Mother replied. "Certain foods or smells may set her off as well. Your father had to ban pheasant for the entire time I carried you."
Robin frowned. "But I love pheasant. Almost as much as Regina does."
She laughed. "Well, you didn't like the smell before you were born. Whatever makes Regina sick now doesn't mean the baby will not like it when he or she is born and older."
"There's so much to learn, isn't there?" he asked with a sigh.
"There is. But you and Regina will learn together, just like your father and I did." She patted his hand.
He nodded before smiling. "I can't wait to be a father."
"You'll be great," Mother assured him. "And Regina is going to be a wonderful mother."
"I know," he said softly.
Mother stood. "Then why don't you get back to her? We'll see you for supper."
Robin stood as well. "That sounds like an excellent idea."
"I tend to have them." She winked at him.
He laughed before hugging her. "I love you, Mother."
"I love you too, my boy," she whispered before pulling away. "Now go. I have festivities to start preparing for."
Regina's eyes lit up when she saw Robin enter the room. "You're back early. And you don't seem to be upset so it's not because of the council."
"I haven't seen my council at all today," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "I just came from a meeting with my mother."
"A meeting? About what?" She raised her eyebrow, tilting her head for added effect.
He laughed. "About the Yule festivities."
Robin's laugh died down as hurt filled Regina's eyes. "Oh," she said, sounding disappointed. "I thought…I was told…I mean…Isn't that one of my duties?"
Trying not to grimace, he nodded. "It is. Which she reminded me of. She will help you with the planning, if you want."
"I'd like that. I like spending time with your mother. When I do, I can almost imagine what it would've been like to have one who loved me." She lowered her eyes and he felt her mood change.
Robin rubbed her back. "Don't think about her. She's not worth your time or energy."
"I know, but I can't help but think about her now," she admitted. "What if I can't be a mother to our child because she was so horrible to me? What if I turn into her?"
"You won't," he assured her. "I know you, Regina, and I have seen you around other children. You are nothing but maternal."
She sniffed though, leaning her head against his shoulders. "I'm still scared. Aren't you?"
"Honestly? I'm terrified," he admitted, kissing her head.
Robin scooped her up and carried her to the couch. They laid down there, him holding her close. "I have absolutely no idea how to take care of a baby. But I know we'll have plenty of people who will help us. We'll also have each other."
"I know. I still worry," she whispered, staring at the fire.
He kissed her shoulder. "I know. How's this? I promise to talk to you whenever I feel scared if you promise to talk to me when you do."
"I promise." She rolled over, facing him. "I'm scared, Robin."
"I know," he replied, kissing her. "I know."
She tucked her head under his chin. "You'll be with me?"
"The entire time."
"Good," she sighed, closing her eyes. "Can we start with a nap? I could really use one."
Robin chuckled. "A nap sounds perfect."
The next month brought Yule to Sherwood. Regina worked with Mother, learning everything about their traditions and how to plan everything. Whenever he could, Robin assisted them but with many of his council members preparing to head home for the holiday season, he found he didn't have as much free time as he would've like.
Mother, though, took care of Regina. She made certain his wife didn't push herself too much and hid any sickness Regina had from the others. However, he began to hear whispers around the palace anyway, which brought back a question Will had asked him earlier.
"Do you think we should announce our good news at Yule after all?" he asked Regina, pressing his hand to her stomach.
She frowned. "I thought we agreed it was still too early. That we would do it sometime in the New Year. Why the change? Is it the council?"
"No," he replied. "At least not yet. I hear people whispering, though, so it's only a matter of time before a councilmember who isn't Lady Wellingsbury hears them."
"People already suspect?" She bit her lower lip.
He nodded. "They've been watching us like hawks. Some have noticed your lack of appetite at supper some nights and others have noticed you eschewing foods you had eaten other times."
"I…I hadn't thought of that." She hugged herself. "Do you think we have to tell everyone?"
"Don't let anyone in this court force you to do something you're not ready for," Mother said, entering the room with several bolts of cloth over her arms.
She set them down and then took Regina's arms in her hands. "You take your time and make that announcement when you're ready. You hear me?"
Robin smiled as his wife replied: "Yes, ma'am."
"And don't ma'am me," Mother chided gently. "I told you. You can call me Mother."
"I…I have too many negative feelings attached to that word," Regina admitted, looking close to tears.
Mother nodded. "Of course. Do you think you could just call me Catherine then?"
Regina took a deep breath, smiling. "I think I can do that."
"Good." Mother hugged her before turning to Robin. "So what say you two? Do you two feel ready to make the announcement?"
He glanced at Regina, who shook her head. "No, we don't."
"Then make that announcement when you do." Mother moved toward the cloth again. "Now, Regina, which one do you want to use for the tables at the festivity?"
Stepping back, Robin watched as she studied all the different bolts. Biting her lip, she looked torn between the red and the gold. She turned to him. "What do you think?"
"I am partial to the gold," he admitted. "You?"
"I think I like the gold too." She looked back, tilting her head before nodding. "Yes. The gold."
Mother smiled. "Excellent choice. I assume you'll pair it with white napkins?"
"Yes, that would go best," Regina agreed.
"Well, I'll let you two get some rest. We can go over the place setting selections tomorrow as well as the menu." Mother gathered up the bolts of cloth.
Regina frowned, pressing her hand to her stomach. "I don't think I should be making menu selections right now. I wouldn't want to punish the court because I can't keep a certain food down."
"Trust me, your child wouldn't be the first Crown Prince or Princess to govern the court's menu." Mother gave him a pointed look and he laughed. "We'll discuss it tomorrow. Everything will be fine."
She wished them a goodnight before leaving them alone. Regina leaned against Robin. "Do you think I'm doing a good job?"
"Of course I do," he replied, pulling her close. "Yule is going to go off superbly, you'll see."
"I just worry. The court hasn't truly accepted me yet."
Robin sighed. "I know. I doubt Yule will change their minds, though."
"You're not doing a very good job at boosting my confidence," she said, voice muffled by his shoulder.
He chuckled. "Sorry, love. I wish I could just issue an order telling everyone to like you but we both know that won't work."
She sighed. "I know. I guess I just have to keep trying. Right?"
"Right," he said, rubbing her back. "They'll just have to accept you eventually."
"That doesn't sound much better. Almost like they'll just have to give up," she replied, her nose nuzzling his neck. "I have you though."
He nodded. "You'll always have me and my family. And you have some allies in court, right?"
"I do," she confirmed. "Though they are small in numbers."
"Yes, but they are all loyal people, Regina. They will always be loyal to you. I just know it," he assured her.
She sniffed, rising her head as she nodded. "Thank you. But can we change the subject?"
"Of course, lovely," he replied. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Anything but your court and Yule."
He nodded. "How about Rocinante? I saw you heading toward the stables earlier. How is he?"
She smiled. "He's good but he's getting restless in his stall. With the snow, though, I can't take him out."
"Can you ride him?" Robin asked. "I mean, if it weren't for the snow?"
"No. The midwife says it's too risky for the baby." She sighed as she flopped onto the couch.
He sat down next to her, rubbing her arm. "You can always walk him though, right?"
"I guess so," she replied. Regina turned to him, biting her lip. "Can I ask you a favor?"
"Any time," he assured her.
She nodded. "Can you ride Rocinante for me? So he gets exercise besides walking?"
Robin paused, touched that she would trust her beloved horse to him. He kissed her hand. "It would be my honor."
"Thank you," she said, kissing his cheek. "I feel so much better knowing he's in your capable hands."
"Soon you'll be teaching our son or daughter how to ride," he replied, rubbing his thumb against her hand.
She chuckled as she leaned closer to him. "Slow down. He or she isn't even here yet. Let's not rush this."
"Good point," he conceded, holding her close. "I don't want to miss a single moment of this."
"Neither do I," she said, closing her eyes and smiling.
Robin woke to find Regina standing at the window, wrapped in her robe and frowning. He slid out of bed and wrapped himself around her, kissing her cheek. "Happy Yule, love," he whispered.
"It's gray out," she said in response. "No sun."
"That's alright. Everyone prefers snow on Yule. Legend says it means good luck in the coming year," he replied, rocking her.
She gave him a cold look out of the corner of her eye. "Do you mean that or are you just saying that to calm my nerves?"
"I mean it," he said, turning her around. "You can ask anyone you like about it too. They'll all tell you the same thing."
"I'll be certain to do that." She pulled away, taking his hands in hers. "Let's go see if Tink brought us some breakfast. I'm famished."
He laughed, letting her pull him into the next room. Tink looked up from the table, smiling at them. "Happy Yule, Your Majesties."
"Happy Yule, Tink," Regina said. "Though it is gray out."
"I know! Maybe we'll get snow. It's good luck, you know," Tink replied, clapping her hands as she smiled.
Regina glanced over her shoulder at Robin, who smiled back at her. "I was just telling that to Her Majesty."
Tink's smile morphed into a cheeky one. "Let me guess. Her Majesty didn't believe you?"
"I just thought people would want sunshine, not gray clouds," Regina replied, defending herself.
"Sunshine is usually preferable," Tink allowed. "Just not today. So stop worrying. Everything will be fine."
She then excused herself to lay out Regina's clothing for the day's festivities as Robin pulled out Regina's chair. "Milady?"
"Thank you," Regina said, sitting down. She placed her napkin on her lap as she said: "Remind me to give Tink her gift. I don't want to forget."
"You won't," he replied, certain of that fact as he sat down. He thought of the present he had waiting for her and bit back his smile.
She dug into the oatmeal and took a bite of apple to go with it. "I can't wait for the rest of the food your mother and I chose for today."
"The menu does look delicious," Robin agreed. "It also looks like you'll be able to keep most of it down."
"I hope so. It feels like I'm playing a game of chance with each meal. The babe can't decide what to like," she replied, sipping on her tea.
He smiled. "Mother says it will get better."
"Those who know keep telling me the same." Regina sighed. "I wish it would get better now."
Taking her hand in his, Robin raised it to his lips and pressed a kiss against her soft skin. "Patience, love."
She sighed. "That is in short supply now."
He released her hand and they finished breakfast just as Tink emerged from their room. She smiled at them. "Your outfits are ready. Do you need help with your dress, Your Majesty?"
"Yes, please, Tink," Regina replied, standing from the table and wiping her mouth with her napkin. She looked down at Robin. "I shall see you in a bit?"
"Absolutely," he replied, watching her as she returned to the bedroom with Tink. He wiped his own mouth before standing, heading down to his study where a manservant waited with his own outfit for the day.
Robin brushed down his hair, which had been mussed from sleep and putting on his clothes. The red velvet doublet was still stiff and he stuck a finger between his collar and neck, trying to loosen it a bit so it didn't feel like it was choking him. He had asked that his clothes not be so starched or at least beaten over the line, yet it seemed no one had taken him seriously. It was something he was going to have to rectify.
"You look nervous," Will said, entering with the coronet Robin was going to wear throughout the day.
"Not nervous," he replied. "Stiff clothing."
"I was worried for a moment. You weren't nervous on your wedding day and we both can agree that was the biggest day of your life." Will placed the coronet on his head, making certain it was secure.
Robin sighed. "Thanks, Will. Did you see Regina?"
"No," he replied, stepping back. "Breakfast didn't agree with the Crown Prince. Tink said she'll have Regina here as soon as possible."
"There's no need to rush. I know Regina is nervous about today and I don't want her worrying about anything." Robin opened the door and stopped short.
Regina stood there, wearing a beautiful red satin dress with black lace covering the bodice. The skirts weren't as wide as she usually wore and he drank in her curves before going up to the dark curls cascading over her shoulders, topped by the ruby encrusted tiara Robin had asked Will to retrieve for her. It matched the ruby necklace he had given her at the Harvest Festival.
"You look beautiful, as always," he breathed, leaning forward to kiss her. He detected mint mixed in with her usual vanilla scent.
She tugged on his collar, loosening it a bit more. "You look stiff. Did they use too much starch again?"
"Unfortunately," he replied. "But it's only a minor discomfort. I shall live."
"Good." She rose up on her tiptoes, kissing his nose. "I like having you around."
Robin held out his arm to her. "Shall we go greet our adoring subjects on the balcony?"
She nodded, taking it. "Your mother said this is similar to when we threw the bags of coins at our wedding."
"It is," he replied, urging her forward as Will followed. "It's for prosperity in the New Year and to encourage those who have to give to those who have not."
"Does that work?" she asked wryly.
Will chuckled softly behind them as Robin replied: "Usually. There are still a few who would prefer to receive than give."
"Your Majesties," Lady Wellingsbury greeted, wearing a beautiful green brocade gown. She curtsied to them before motioning to the bags on a silver tray beside her. "Are you ready?"
Robin nodded as Regina's grip tightened on his arm. When he looked at her, she was beaming and her eyes were shining. She looked up at him. "I love when we get to see our people," she whispered.
Pride filled him and he kissed her hand. "I love it too. Especially when we get to help them."
"That is the best," she replied, moving forward with him as trumpets and cheers heralded their appearance on the balcony. Robin heard people chanting his queen's name and warmth settled through him as she waved.
If only he could replace his court with the people, he thought as he launched the first bag into the crowd. Then he and Regina wouldn't have to worry so much.
Snow began to fall softly as the guards lined up for inspection. Will held Outlaw for him and the stallion pawed the ground, uncomfortable in his ceremonial garb. Robin patted the horse's neck. "I promise to make this quick, boy. We'll get you out of that soon."
As he mounted Outlaw, he looked up into the crowd. Mother and Regina sat next to each other, both wrapped in fur cloaks. His mother's was black, still a sign of her mourning for Father, while Regina wore a beautiful brown that reminded him of her eyes. She smiled as she looked over the soldiers in their green uniforms, sword hilts and boots polished to shine even without the sun.
Robin urged his horse forward, going at a slow pace so he could look over each guard who kept him and his court safe. He nodded at each other, noting that there wasn't even a hair out of place or a button missing. Everything was perfect.
He reached the end of the line and brought Outlaw to a halt. Raising his voice, Robin addressed the men: "All in order. You are dismissed for the holiday. Those with families are encouraged to go spend the time with them. Those without are invited to tonight's feast with the court. Dismissed!"
The men turned and marched away, heading back to their barracks. Robin dismounted and handed Outlaw's reins to a nearby stable hand. "Get him out of everything and give him extra hay. Maybe an apple," Robin ordered.
As the young man walked off with Outlaw, Regina and Mother approached him. "You looked marvelous," his wife said, kissing his cheek. "Very dashing."
"Where are you off to now?" he asked.
"Catherine and I are going to speak with the servants and give them their Yule gifts," she replied. "What are you going to do?"
"I think I'll go check on Rocinante for you. Shall I give him an apple from you?" Robin smiled at her.
Her eyes lit up. "Please do."
"Then I shall see you for the feast. Don't overtax yourself."
She rolled her eyes though she kept smiling. "I won't."
They kissed again and he watched as she walked back toward the palace with Mother, Tink in tow. Robin took a deep breath and headed toward the stables.
Rocinante and Outlaw had adjacent stalls. His stallion was happily munching on oats so Robin focused on Regina's beloved horse. "Do you miss your mistress?" he asked the animal.
The horse seemed to give a nod and Robin laughed. "I don't blame you. She'll be in to visit you soon, though she can't ride you. I'll be doing that.
"We have a treat for you," he said, holding out the apple. "Happy Yule."
Rocinante took the apple and Robin chuckled…until he detected an eerie echo. He reached for his sword, listening for any sign he was not alone. There were no other sounds but the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.
"Whoever you are, I order you to come out and show yourself," he said, raising his voice so it was heard up in the loft.
The high-pitched giggle returned. "No need to shout, Your Majesty. I'm right behind you."
Robin turned around to find the Dark One sitting on a bale of hay, one boot resting on it as the imp stared at him with unhuman eyes. Pulling out his sword, he pointed it at the Dark One. "Leave Regina alone."
"Did she tell you about our little deal?" the Dark One asked. "I'm here to collect."
"She doesn't want to study magic with you."
"I don't let people out of deals," he said, lounging still. "But I do alter them."
Robin hesitated. "I doubt it would be much better. What would you want?"
"Your wife is with child. If it is a girl, I want her so I can raise her and train her in magic." The Dark One's eyes bore into his soul.
"No." Robin pressed his blade against the imp's neck. "You will never bother my family again."
Pride seemed to flash in the Dark One's eyes for a moment before it disappeared. He laughed again. "I will get something for helping your wife. You'll see."
With a flick of his wrist, the Dark One disappeared in a cloud of mauve smoke. Robin fell forward, his sword landing in the haystack as the horses whinnied behind him. He cursed the Dark One and grew more resolute to keep Regina—and any possible daughters—safe.
Robin tried to look as calm as possible as he joined his family in the Great Hall. Most of his court filled the tables all dressed in their finery. He saw many wearing reds and golds, though a few families remained true to Sherwood green.
The hall was as festive as ever with red and gold draperies hung amidst evergreen boughs. Candles illuminated the room, chasing away the shadows of the long, dark winter's night. Musicians played in a corner as servants carried in several dishes for the night's meal.
"Everything looks perfect," he said, kissing Regina's cheek as he sat next to her.
She tilted her head and he knew she suspected something. However, she didn't say anything. Instead, she smiled and asked: "How are the horses?"
"They're good," he replied, relieved. "Rocinante misses you."
Regina laughed, taking his hand. "By the way, there's a roast pig across the hall but I've banned it at this table."
"Understood," he said, though he was slightly disappointed. However, he would put Regina's comfort over his own wants.
Once the baby came, though, he was having all the roast pig he could eat.
Robin stood and held his hand out to her. "Milady? It's time for the toast."
She nodded, picking up her glass of diluted cherry cordial, and he grasped his. He took a deep whiff, determining the servants had given him sherry. It was what his father had always preferred to toast with.
Everyone in the hall had fallen silent when they had stood and Robin held out his goblet. "This year brought us sorrow and joy. We lost my father too soon and grieved his loss deeply. He was a good man and a great king, one whose compassion and wisdom will be sung of for years to come. To my father, King Edward."
"To King Edward!" they chanted, taking a sip as Robin and Regina did the same.
Once the sherry was down his throat, he turned to his wife and held his goblet out to her. "Yet as we grieved the loss of my father, we welcomed a new queen. Regina has brought light and joy back to this court. She may not have been born in Sherwood but she has shown herself to love our land and our people in the short time she has been here. To Queen Regina."
Recalling the long pause at their coronation, Robin was surprised when those gathered responded immediately. "To Queen Regina!"
"And to you, my king," Regina said, holding out her own goblet. "For rising above your own grief and leading your people out of theirs. For taking care of your people, from the mightiest duke to the poorest child, and for showing yourself to be just as compassionate as I've heard your father was. A toast to King Robert!"
"To King Robert!" They toasted him louder than they had Regina, but he decided to count the fact that they hadn't hesitated as a small win for now.
Once everyone had finished drinking in his honor, he held his goblet high again. "To the New Year. May Sherwood and her people continue to see prosperity, good health and happiness in it."
Everyone toasted to the new year and drained their goblets, as tradition dictated. Robin clapped twice and they began eating, eager to enjoy the food spread out before them.
He and Regina took their seats again and began piling food onto their plates. As he ate, Robin studied his court. Many were trying to sneak glances at Regina, to see what she ate—and what she didn't. The rumors of an impending heir were circulating, he could tell, and they were searching for a sign to confirm them.
They could keep looking all they wanted. He and Regina would announce their good news in due time.
"Are you all right, love?" Regina asked, leaning closer to him. "You seem off tonight."
He smiled, patting her hand. "I'm fine. Nothing that good company, good food, good music and good dancing won't fix."
She narrowed her eyes. "What aren't you telling me?"
"It will only worry you," he replied. When she continued to glare at him, though, he sighed and relented. "It's something that should not be discussed in such a public setting."
Her eyes widened and she nodded. "Of course," she replied.
Robin sighed, leaning closer. "Don't let it bother you. I won't let him ruin our Yule celebrations. You worked too hard not to enjoy tonight."
"Only if you promise to dance with me," she whispered back.
"Was that ever in doubt?" He raised her hand to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss there. "It would be my honor to dance with you."
She shook her head. "You romantic sap."
"I'm your romantic sap."
Will groaned, resting his face in his hands. "Just dance together, you two, and save the bantering for the bedroom. Please."
"I'm sorry, Ana, that your husband doesn't have a romantic bone in his body," Robin replied, keeping his voice serious even as his cousin chuckled.
"That's because they're all in yours," Will snapped back.
"Let's dance, Robin," Regina said, eyes bright and a bloom in her cheeks. She leaned closer to him. "I think everyone is ready."
Mother nodded. "The food won't go anywhere. People can dance, eat, dance, eat, until the candles are just wicks."
"Who am I to say no to the two most important women in my life?" He stood, pushing his chair in before holding out his hand to his wife. "Milady?"
She took his hand and he guided her to the dance floor. Nodding to the musicians, he placed his hand on her waist. "Another waltz?"
"I love to waltz," she replied as the music started up.
They took a few turns around the dance floor before other couples began to join them. Within a few measures, skirts of different colors swirled together as men twirled their partners in time to the music. Regina laughed as Robin dipped her, her hand clutching his arm tighter.
Once he righted her, the musicians changed to a livelier tune. Robin's spirit buoyed as he took Regina's hand. "Just follow my lead. This one's easy," he told her.
She nodded and others joined the train he started, counting steps and weaving amongst the other dancers in time to the music. Regina laughed as she hopped along after him, guided by him and Will on her other side. As he danced, Robin kept glancing back at her, happy to see her so relaxed and full of joy.
They danced until the early hours of the morning. As the candles got lower, people began to take their leaves. Most sought out their king and queen, congratulating Regina for planning a wonderful Yule celebration and wishing the couple a happy new year. She beamed with each compliment, her worries no doubt slipping away.
"I think you might be winning over my court," he murmured as they danced alone one last time that night. One lone violinist played something slow for them and they were just swaying along.
She chuckled. "I think the generous amounts of spirits I had brought up are more likely than that."
"Perhaps," he replied. "Or maybe it's just you."
The violinist ended his song and bowed to the two of them. Robin thanked him and dismissed him to get some much-needed rest. Then he held out his arm to Regina. "Shall we retire, my dear?"
"I think I'm ready for bed," she said, taking his arm. "This has been a wonderful night."
Holding her arm close against him, Robin led her back to their rooms. Tink had already turned down their sheets and lit a fire for them. All they had to do was get out of their clothes and maybe slip into nightshirts. Robin, though, was fine with them going to sleep nude even if all they did was sleep.
Before that, though, he had one more thing to do. He pulled out a little box he had been hiding in his desk and held it out to her. "Happy Yule, my love."
She bit her lower lip before rushing to get something from her own desk. Regina pulled out a wrapped package and held it out to him. "Happy Yule, Robin."
They exchanged presents but Robin held onto his until Regina opened hers. She untied the ribbon and lifted the lid, gasping as she removed a small jewel-encrusted clock hanging on a gold chain. Lying it in her palm, she glanced up at him. "This is beautiful."
"It's useful and meaningful," he replied, smiling. "You'll always know the time and it's a promise of all the time we have together."
She let out a small laugh before kissing him. "Now open mine," she said, giddy.
Robin pulled off the paper she had wrapped his gift in, surprised to find a book of poetry from Mist Haven. He looked up at her. "What is this?"
"It's something Mother would've skinned me for if she knew I had it," Regina replied, tapping the book. "I read it every night by candlelight, devouring every word and praying that I would find a love like the one these poets spoke of. And now that I have, I'm sharing it with you."
He looked down at the book, no doubt one of her most prized possessions, before hugging it to his chest. "I'm honored. Thank you."
She leaned forward, lips puckered and he was about to meet her when she held up her hand to thrust the necklace into his. Regina grimaced before rushing off, finding the nearest bin. He watched as she heaved into it and set the gifts down to go hold her hair.
"I'm sorry," she gasped, using her handkerchief to wipe her mouth. "I didn't mean to run off on you."
"It's quite all right," he assured her, rubbing her back. "Our child is a bit demanding right now. And has poor timing."
She laughed before throwing up into the bin again. He sighed, but it was a content one. It may not have been how he planned to end his Yule celebrations, but it was still perfect to him.
A/N: Rumpelstiltskin can't give them a moment's peace, can he? And he knows about their baby—that's never good!
Is the court really coming around to Regina or was it just the alcohol? Hmm…
Robin and Regina will reveal their good news soon, but will everyone receive it happily? Found out!
-Mac