The under butler stood there in confused silence for a moment. One could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he worked out which of these two options was the least terrible in nature, and what the implications truly were. Was he being threatened by the Princess? His face flushed red with color, angered by the woman who had just bested him. If the Princess said anything to the Queen, he would undoubtedly would be reprimanded, or worse. After all this little no one helped deliver the Prince.
"Very well, your Highness." The man relented. He could not win. "However, I must insist that the staff be spared serving her.. Mary. After all there is much to be done." The man bowed deeply and backed his way slowly out of the room, the doors being sealed by the Princess' guard behind him. When he was far enough away he looked back toward the room and simply let the word "whore" escape his lips as he went on about his business.
Arabella shifted in her position, holding the baby delicately as she moved to lean against Anthony. It was clear that she was still entirely exhausted from the whole thing, but was at least, happier than words could express. "He is perfection." Arabella's voice was soft and flowing with an uncharacteristic sweetness. "Do you really think he takes after me?" She asked, her face tilting to the side slightly as she continued to examine Henry's delicate features.
"Christian is expected to recover." She answered the question. "There may be permanent injury, but we won't know for some time." Permanent injury which may serve to make her own life more difficult, both in terms of the King's anger and her own rather flagrant infidelity. "The Prince Regent has been so kind as to allow the bells to toll and the birth of the Prince to be announced." Arabella's sarcasm apparent. "The council did agree that news of Christian's attempted should be suppressed for the time being. One right decision I suppose. Let the country focus on the Christmas Prince during the holiday. Especially while they still ride the joy of my sister's children."
Arabella did thoroughly enjoy the fact that her son was born on Christmas day. More happy with the fact that despite being early he was healthy, but it was a rather nice little of fun. "We'll have to be more careful now. There is a chance that that Christian may no longer be able... fulfill his marital commitment." Something which was on one hand a great relief. "Even if he can, there is still a chance he might never take me to his bed again now that I've given him a son." It was odd how easily these words so openly flowed from her mouth.
"I can't fall pregnant if I'm not supposed to be by legitimate means." Arabella looked at Anthony still smiling. "I trust that won't be a problem for us? If we can't... you know." She could hardly bring herself to say the words 'have sex.' God forbid. "I love you Anthony." She let the words hang there in the air for a moment before leaning in to kiss his cheek. "And when this is all over, we can be together, like a proper family."
Arabella longed for a life after all of this. Something peaceful where she just raise her children. Children plural. It was in that moment she did realize one thing. "I'd do it again for you, you know." She held onto Henry but her eyes focused entirely on Anthony. "Have another child or children for you. With you." Of course when the time was right and they were free. Even though Arabella hated being pregnant, she hated giving birth even more, she would do it again for Anthony. She loved him enough she would do anything for him, and while he certainly would love her children, he should have sons or daughters of his own.
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