Friday, August 26, 2016

Lifes A Fairytale : Chapter 1 -- The Birth of a Child

Since the day of their marriage, Queen Anne and King Jarret were madly in love. Even five years later, their romance blossomed. Their wedding day was named "Valentines Day" and became an official holiday where the whole kingdom of Praavar would celebrate romance and love. They were the most lovestruck couple to rule the kingdom ever. Their romance was healthy and the kingdom prospered.
Anne had grown from a young, lovestruck teenager to a respectable young adult. She was now 27. She ruled the kingdom with kindness, always making sure her ladies were happy with their conditions and pay, complimenting all of her villagers and helping beggars get jobs and homes. Many of her servants were beggars that she had taken pity on.
The king made sure her ladies were in check, but had time to goof off. He made sure that all crimes committed in Praavan, which were rare, were punished correctly.
The kingdom was in balance and was nearly perfect, there was only one flaw.
After 5 years time, they were still unable to have a child. They feared that they would be unable to produce a heir to the throne. Finally, they decided to take a fertility treatment potion, in hopes that it would produce a child.
After many months of failed trying, all their wishes and dreams came true. 
Anne was with child! She had a beautiful healthy glow to her and was always smiling. Her happiness spread across the kingdom and it prospered like never before. The plants seemed to grow quicker, the people had more hop in their step and babies seemed to cry less. Jarret was a happy king, he had fallen in love with his soon to be child faster than he had with Anne.
"Our child is going to be beautiful," He said. "They will have the best life and I will make sure they will have the best life ever."
"Will we ever betroth them?" Anne asked, grinning. She knew the answer, for they had struggled once they had fallen in love with each other, they knew not knowing who you would be married to was torture. It was fate that they'd be together.
"Of course not!" Jarret said. "They will choose their lover."

However, even though Anne was overjoyed about her pregnancy -- not just her, the whole kingdom -- she was stressed and in pain. The kingdoms doctor has warned her that she was very weak and she had to keep herself in top shape or she may loose the baby and her life. She went back and forth from wherever she was to the nearest bush to vomit. She had uncontrollable bladder and the doctor had told them she would have to spend the last two weeks in bedrest.
To the end of Anne's pregnancy, Jarret stayed by her at all times. He ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner with her in bed, catered to her every need and spent a lot of time talking about the future wellbeing of the kingdom and names for their child. Anne, however, slept a lot, which was a blessing for she was in less pain and stress in her sleep. For the past month he had her three most trusted ladies, Kate, Annmarie and Jeanette, help him furnish a room for his newcoming child.
"What do you think of the bedroom, your majesty?"
"It's amazing. Thank you, my ladies. I will add an increase to your pay. How does 10--"
He was cut off by a cry of pain and the four of them rushed off to check on Anne.
As he raced up the stairs, Jarret feared the worst. He might lose his wife! But when he came to the room he saw his wife grabbing on the blanket and her stomach, breathing quickly, her face flushed.
She howled in pain, unaware that Jarret was next to her.
She had been in labor for a few hours now, and she was getting ready to push. The pain shot through Anne's head. 
"Send for the physican!" Jarret called to the two ladies, before facing the red haired one, the most qualified one to give birth. "Help me take care of my wife," He pulled up a chair.
Anne cried, her legs going numb from the pain. "We need to push," Her lady said. "Get ready to see your baby!"
Anne nodded, managing a weak smile as her face flushed red. She grabbed her stomach and began to push. Her head was spinning and her sight was flashing. She was going to die, and she would possibly lose the baby. "I love you," She managed to say as she drifted into unconsciousness.
Only minutes after she drifted out of consciousness, Jarett's tears started to pour, but they stopped as he heard something so beautiful. A soft cry of a baby.
"It's a girl," Lady Annmarie said. The baby's hands were balled up in fists and Jarett couldn't help smile through his tears. He saw so much of Anne in her already, just by the way she determinedly balled up her fists as she cried.
Anne... he thought as he looked back to his wife. "Wake up," He said, his throat choking up. "Please wake up!"
As if she had heard him, her heavy eyelashes peered open and she heard a wailing child. "Is that... my baby?"
"Yes!" Jarett cried out, he was a happy man. He finally had what he wanted, a beautiful baby and better yet, his wife had survived. "What do you want to name her?"
Anne sat up, her body weak as she fell back down. Annmarie brought her to her mother and let her hold her.
"Can we name her Freya?" Anne asked quietly, as she stared down at the beautiful child that she had managed to keep alive. "Freya Constance?"
"Freya Constance Boleyn she will be, my love." Jarett said, kissing his wife and his daughter.

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