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War had utterly changed King’s Landing.
You couldn’t deny that when you were glad before your companion gently tugged you closer to him as you finally came in sight of the Red Keep, the guards looking at the two hooded figure with contempt quickly stopping you from going nay further.
Again, a war had happened, and you couldn’t fault them for being prepared for everything, although the figure beside you lightly huffed, lowering his hood, and revealing the handsome face of prince Daeron.
The guards were, then, quick to let you pass through as he muttered that you were nothing but a guest of the king and he’d be expecting them to make you pass through with haste as his brother was awaiting the two of you impatiently.
This wasn’t the truth, but it was a necessary lie to get you through the guards and through the halls of the Red Keep.
As you did so, you thought again of your childhood passed there: your brothers had been childhood companions to the princes and you had been brought along for the ride, growing around royalty all your life although your family was a minor house.
That’s also how you knew prince Daeron and that’s why when he had come in your lands, you had pled with him to gain an audience with his brother, as soon as possible.
That’s how you were now in King’s Landing, running around the hallways of the Red Keep.
Through your time spent there, you had grown a small crush on the eldest of princes, now king Aegon after the death of his sister in the civil war.
Even back then, he had been quite the scoundrel, but he was handsome and funny and among all the older boys, he was the sole one who didn’t mind playing with you as well, composing silly limericks for you to repeat or getting back your dolls whenever your brothers would teasingly take them away from you.
You had grown from a childish crush to an honest one, as you slowly witnessed his descent in apathy, through booze and various women and not even his marriage at his sister Helaena had changed such a thing.
That was the last event of the Red Keep that you had attended and that night when you had been readying the prince for the bedding ceremony, he had pushed you in the first alcove and kissed you.
You hadn’t ever understood whether he had been drunk enough to chase freedom on a random maid’s tongue or if he knew who you were, but such a memory had lulled you throughout the unhappy marriage you had been pushed into, as well, a few years later than him.
You had been married to a lord of a nearby house, twice your age and with two wives who had died before you.
His main worry was that he hadn’t been yet given an heir and although he bedded you often and had married you when you were quite young, you hadn’t produced yet a child and this got your husband to act out with you.
Many maesters and other physicians had checked you thoroughly – much to your embarrassment – declaring that you were perfectly healthy.
‘Children will come, my lord’ the latest maester had informed your husband, although the latter had sent him away throwing back at him the books that he had brought forward calling him a ‘sycophant, good for nothing’.
Then he had turned his rage to you, and he had threatened you with a request for annulling your marriage, hadn’t you fallen with child before the year ended.
A situation that brought you to consider there could be no solution as you knew what your lord husband didn’t: he was the sterile one in your relationship.
Considering that you were healthy, and he hadn’t given his previous wives any children, it was more likely he was bringing forward the bad apple gene and not you.
Still, this meant that no matter how many potions, prayers, and threats you’d be given: you wouldn’t be able to grow in your belly a child if your husband wasn’t fertile.
Now convinced with the fact that this would end up with a divorce, you wished to protect your interest and there was one sole person that could do such a thing fully: the king.
You had written him a secret letter but received no answer, and when you had tried again a month later, you had received the same effect.
Now with only two months left to generate an heir for your husband, you were growing desperate and when your old childhood friend Daeron came to your lands as a vessel of his brother, you had pled with him to refer to his ear your situation and ask for his support.
Surprisingly Daeron hadn’t shunned you away and neither judged you for your decision about your marriage, but instead he had insisted that you visited King’s landing with him.
Aegon had missed you, he told you but you doubted.
Still, this way Aegon couldn’t deny you and you’d be heard if he didn’t throw you out immediately, which would be further entailed by Daeron’s comforting presence.
You arrived at the entrance of the Hearing Hall, Daeron knocking swiftly and being greeted by an old and worried man who insisted that the king wasn’t in a good mood, and this wasn’t the time to bring further audience, alluding to you.
‘Let my brother know I am back, and I brought an old friend’.
Still Daeron stood his ground, gently putting a hand to your back to guide you inside as screams could be heard but all too soon as the young prince was recognized, everything fell to silence and you lowered your head, glad that your identity was shielded by your hood.
“Brother”.
Aegon’s voice had grown hoarser, and you sneaked a look at him from under your hood, finding that they spoke the truth when they said that Rook’s Rest had left the king scarred and hurt, as part of his face was burned, and he looked uncomfortable in the Iron seat.
And yet, you flustered as his piercing eyes focused onto you with curiosity.
“… and friend of my brother. My greetings”.
“My greetings to you, as well, brother” Daeron spoke charmingly “… I brought to you an old friend who wishes to plead their case to you”.
“Many of our childhood friends have died in the war” Aegon spoke with pure annoyance and spite as many of the courtiers made a beeline as if to escape the king’s anger “… I think that if this old friend has survived a war, they’ll survive till the morrow”.
And he made to dismount, quickly helped by two guards, who he shooed away, although his face morphed in pain making you grimace at such a sight.
Then Daeron made to sign to push you away and simply pulled down your hood, revealing you to the king now that no courtier but the guards and councilmen were in the room.
Aegon froze as soon as you were revealed to him, although all too soon he moved to go down the stairs swiftly, almost as if rushing to you and you couldn’t help but think that maybe you had judged him badly, thinking he wouldn’t remember you.
Thinking that kiss meant nothing.
He called out your name with such a tenderness as he brought his hand to your own and you were all too quick to accept it, before remembering the proper etiquette, moving to curtsy lowly just for Aegon to wave you away.
“Be at ease, my darling”.
The petname wasn’t something new: he had already called you such a thing when you were children but back then it had been a silly tease, and yet now he seemed to mean it.
“… you are so far from home, aren’t you”.
“She came all the way to gain an audience with you, brother” Daeron muttered as his brother turned his face towards him with pure surprise as if he hadn’t heard him before “… do you think you can endure one more?”.
Aegon grimaced, clearly a bit in pain and you were quick to rush with a:
“You don’t have to, my king! I imposed myself already on your brother and I don’t wish…”.
“Let’s do this” Aegon muttered, his hand tightening softly around your own “… you’ll plead your case as we move to my chambers, what do you think, my dear?”.
“I don’t wish to bother you, my king”.
“Company is always welcomed. Even more when it’s form you” he simply muttered back, as he dismissed his own brother “… come, so you can tell me why you are so far away from home”.
Although Ageon had wanted company, he didn’t speak to you till you were halfway through the journey to his chamber; he had started to lean further into you the farther you went along and it was clear it was taking a whole lot out of him to do so, as he grimaced at the obvious show of weakness.
You wished to let him know that you didn’t think of him as weak or worthless due to his injuries.
If anything, they were further proof of the sacrifices he had made to become king and you smiled softly when he first spoke to you again.
“Has the Keep changed since you last visited it?”.
“Many years have passed” enough for you to grow into a woman “… but I think that it hasn’t somehow changed”.
“It got colder” Aegon admitted swiftly.
His eyes veiled themselves as if he wasn’t fully there and you could only guess what he was thinking about: his own child slaughtered in this same Keep and another right in the city.
His wife lost, as well and as much as they weren’t a love match, it was still a relationship.
“… I have never believed in ghosts till I got left alone in this gods-forsaken place”.
“I have heard they are searching you a bride”.
You shouldn’t have said it as you didn’t know Aegon yet and he rewarded your indiscretion with a croaked laugh.
“… forgive me, I…”.
“As nosy as you were as a child” he joked softly, laughing bitterly “… but you are right. They are searching for somebody to match me up, although I haven’t been too eager. I doubt that a stranger would help me fight the ghosts that haunt this hall”.
“I am sure that the right person shall do such a thing” you promised and strangely your eyes met, almost with understanding.
Something that you refused to acknowledge.
“I doubt it” ever cynical Aegon and you couldn’t blame him “… but enough talking about me. You must know every rumor in the kingdom, and I don’t think that they are that interesting”.
“Well…” you tried to protest softly but Aegon was quick to shush you gently.
“Do tell me the reason of such a visit” he questioned you as you rounded his chambers, where the guards posted look at you with a sudden interest till, he waved them off to let you pass through “… I don’t think that I have seen you in whole years. Not much time to come to visit old friends?”.
“A war raging on can be troublesome” you smiled lightly, as he sat onto a chair right beside the door probably to help him not tire himself out “… but I’d have come, I just…”.
“I don’t make it a fault to you” Aegon spoke as he moved to grab a cup on the table right next to the chair, although he didn’t drink it but instead twirled it as if to distract himself “… you have a husband, don’t you? He hasn’t died in the war, has he?”.
That did seem almost hopeful, but you ignored your silly impression to nod.
“I… actually have come to talk about him to you, my king”.
“Aegon” he corrected you promptly, with a small gesture of hand inviting you to go on “… so, it is your husband that you come to talk about, my lady. Do tell me: is he as awful as I remember? With those annoying yellow teeth and dreadful breath?”.
You were taken aback by how much information the king seemed to have, although your relationship had been interrupted whole years ago.
Your silence still spurred on Aegon, as you were taken aback but he felt like it was a reticence that held you from speaking further, gently pushing a hand over your own in your lap.
“Did he hurt you, my lady?”.
Aegon had always been terrible in hiding his genuine emotion, but it seemed like his years as king had somehow helped with that.
Still, the hiss of his voice and the way his eyes widened while his pupil slithered somehow were telltale of the fact that he’d have come for your husband on the spot.
“No, my… no, Aegon”.
He relaxed although he didn’t lower the tension in his body.
“… I… but he does wish to… annul our marriage”.
“Why?” Aegon now seemed more surprised than rageful “… has he gone mad?”.
“I don’t think so” you replied with a meager smile “… he has been… raging as I haven’t been able to give him a child”.
“It’s been… what?” Aegon asked now “… five years? A bit more… isn’t it?”.
“I know it is a long time!” you tried to justify yourself, as you readied yourself for what you had to say next as no man in their right man would have believed you, although it was truth “… but you see my ki… I mean, Aegon… I don’t think I am the one at fault here!”.
Aegon didn’t utter anything and although it wasn’t confirmation, you, somehow, felt like you were allowed to go on.
“He has had wives before me”.
You were aware that Aegon knew as this had happened not too long ago.
“…none of them bore him a child”.
“Neither Maegor’s wives ever bore him a living child” Aegon commented “… I can understand perfectly where you are aiming at”.
You looked down, mortified although Aegon’s tone didn’t seem one of reprimand and if anything, it seemed like he might be thinking your words through truly.
“My husband has given me an ultimatum” you blurted out suddenly destroyed by the sudden silence “… I had… a year to bear him a child. In the case in which I won’t be able to give him an heir, he’ll have us divorced or our marriage annulled! Either way he’ll have me thrown out and…”.
“It’s an impossible task the one that your husband asks you”.
Again, that contemplative tone, although, once you raised your head, you found Aegon looking at you with narrowed eyes, leaning forward before leaning back.
“… he asks for a child, but he is sterile and hence he won’t admit the flaw of his way. It seems like an annulment, or a divorce might be a better option than staying with him”.
“If he annuls the marriage, I won’t have where to go” you pleaded fully now and before you knew it, you fell down on the ground, your knees touching the pavement in a beggar pose as you raised your eyes to meet Aegon’s own, hoping to bring pity upon yourself “… my brothers… they… most of them died during the war alongside my father. My mother couldn’t stand such a thing and died of a broken heart! My husband inherited everything that should have been in my name. I owe nothing but my name and womb”.
You were nothing more than a beggar, you could recognize such a thing and what it would have meant for you, had your husband put you aside to wander begging… if not worse scenarios.
“You wouldn’t be without a home” promptly Aegon commented, making you raise swiftly the head that you had lowered in shame at your own poverty “… I and my family are your friends, and the Red Keep is in part your home…”.
“I couldn’t ask you of such a thing…”.
No, truly you couldn’t, even more when your feelings towards Aegon hadn’t changed and he had expressed his distaste for a wife pushed onto him. Not that you’d ever be worthy of being his wife.
“… I… am already overstepping I…”.
“But there might be another option” now he finally drank the mixture which seemed some kind of tea by the consistence and strong odor that filled the room “… your husband isn’t fertile, but another man might impregnate you well, if you weren’t barren as you say”.
Your eyes opened wide in utter shock at his comment, as you felt surprise course through you wholly and almost risked of falling face first on the ground at such an impertinent suggestion.
“You can’t mean…”.
“My sister had three bastards with lord Harwin Strong as her husband could raise to the occasion” a comfortable rumor often spread that you, in your simple mind, had thought nothing but a rumor “… it wouldn’t be that difficult to recreate such a situation”.
“Princess Rhaenyra… paid dearly for her mistakes”.
You were even unsure in pronouncing the name of the person that had destroyed Aegon’s family.
“… I don’t think it’d be proper… I…”.
“The trick is to do it with somebody that you trust” Aegon spoke as if he knew firsthand, focusing his glance onto the cup and away from you and hadn’t you known better you’d have thought that he might be almost awaiting your rejection “… this would help you keep your own kingdoms and have a small revenge on your husband”.
The knowledge of having a child with a man and then pass it off as your husband would have haunted you and yet what Aegon said was right: it’d have been a small revenge against the man who thought you wrong as this way you’d have proved that you weren’t the problem and only between you and the babe’s father.
Still, it was crazy.
“If the idea doesn’t entice you, I could try to talk with your husband, but I doubt that I’ll be able to change his mind. Sadly, male infertility is much more difficult to demonstrate” Aegon went on as if he hadn’t just proposed to you to cuck your husband for a child “… a hunting accident sill could happen to your husband, I guess…”.
A thrill passed through your spine at what Aegon was implicating and although it should have been of fear, it was instead of utter excitement, as if the thought of the king haunting your husband like wild game would have procured you almost… pleasure.
“He doesn’t hunt” still you commented as Aegon smirked darkly before downing another sip of his drink.
“Pity”.
“Who’d you have me…” the sole thought that you were curious about such a matter should have told you it was a bad idea, and you shouldn’t have threaded further but yet… “… father the baby with? I… you said it needs to be somebody trusted… and I…”.
“I think that’s a question that you an answer better than me” Aegon simply commented, as he put down his mug again on the table and moved to where you still knelt, towering over you in his imposing frame.
He had gained a bit of weight due to the lack of exercise in the months in which he had been injured and food you guessed.
And the thought of it just enticed you.
“… who you’d trust not to speak up about the divine feeling of being between your thighs?”.
Not even once in your marriage your husband had referred to sex so gently, using instead the worst euphemisms for it when it wasn’t straight up humping, so, when Aegon put gently his hand underneath your chest to tilt it up, you obeyed him promptly.
“My younger brother might be a good match” he spoke again, although not without an evident bitterness “… he is young. He might give you immediately healthy children”.
“Not Daeron” you pled, unable to even conceive your friend in such a situation “… he’s… he‘s like a friend, nothing more. I could never conceive such an act with him”.
And Aegon seemed almost satisfied by your refusal as he gently caressed your face, before retreating his hand to ponder.
“A member of the Kingsguard?” he asked with a raised eyebrow “… they’d be bound by their oath against ever speaking out, and yet… the one we have are either too old or too green for you, my lady”.
“I haven’t agreed to the whole ordeal, yet” you protested, although you had to admit that you were thinking about it.
Still, Aegon seemed to ignore you, turning his back to you, and walking with a bit of difficult back to the chair, although he didn’t sit down but instead leaned against the arm of it.
“… I have Hightower cousins of your age, unmarried and they could be easily sworn to silence by their king” he turned to look at you, as if trying to notice your reaction “… but they’d arrive too late. Your husband gave you a year and ten months have already passed… considering that it isn’t easy for it to happen at the first time, I’d say that we have only one possible candidate”.
“Who?” you asked, again curious as you could not think of any worthy and valuable man that might be worth of such a secret.
Only then Aegon threw himself back in the chair, spreading his thick thighs and revealing to you his member straining against the expensive fabric of his pants.
“Me”.
He smirked, gently and almost boyishly like he did before the war and his marriage with Helaena, when he chased you through the gardens to try to steal the ribbon you had put in your hair.
“… I am a dear friend of yours like Daeron and I wouldn’t gain anything by admitting to a bastard. I care for you dearly as well and as the lord protector of the kingdom it is my duty to protect my subjects”.
You were shocked, although you didn’t know whether it was by his straining cock, his words, or the fact that just for a moment, the time seemed to have turned back to when you didn’t have a husband and he didn’t have a wife.
“You can’t be speaking seriously” you retorted thinking that this couldn’t be the truth.
And yet hoping it’d be.
“If I wasn’t speaking seriously, I would have laughed” he commented almost bored by your scandalized answer, waving a hand as if to dispose of your insecurities “… think about it clearly, even a night over. I am the best match, and you know it”.
You bit your lip down with utter worry and yet one part of you had decided already: you had wanted Aegon since you were children and now you had him.
Even if it was just for one night, it’d be enough to leave you something behind this time when you would have left.
And in all truth, this was a perfect solution: Aegon was a dear friend, somebody you’d know would have treasured your secret and treated you well.
He’d also have no reason to claim a bastard as he let his own roam freely and even better, if your husband had fought against the paternity of your child, he’d have found himself fighting against the power.
“I don’t have a night” you commented as you raised slowly from the pavement, hissing at the feeling of your joints snapping at the uncomfortable pose “… so, you’ll… you’ll give me a child”.
“I’ll try” he smirked at you “… I do think that your husband is the problem as well, but I can’t promise you a child”.
You understood that as you tried to justify yourself that you were doing this to keep your position and to assure your future child a proper future.
“What I can promise you is that I’ll make sure it takes with every part of me”.
The dark smile on the king’s face made you shiver as you fell right in front of his thighs, not differently to how you had begged for his help before, well aware that you were still his subject.
“… now, are you going to accept my gift, my sweet lady?”.
“I shall not be ungrateful in the face of such a kind present” you answered, lightly nuzzling your cheek against his thigh before moving forward and mouthing right atop of the straining tip of his cock, feeling him hiss as his big fingers nailed themselves into the arms of his chair “… my king”.
“Call me that and I’ll blow my load before I even manage to get you rid of those clothes” he threatened with a boyish grin that made you think that you had truly turned back time.
Still, you heed to his order and kept your mouth shut as you gently moved to unknot his pants, helped by Aegon in lightly pushing them away, down his legs.
You stopped for a moment noticing the scars and burns on them and you felt the way the air promptly changed, becoming tense enough that you saw the way Aegon’s hand lightly twitched at his side, probably rushing to grab the fabric and cover himself again, not letting his pants be lowered.
And you couldn’t have him back down. Not when you had finally gained the courage to take what you had always wanted.
You kissed gently the nearest scar: no disgust for it but sadness at the thought that Ageon felt ashamed of himself, never wanting him to feel so low and your gentleness was rewarded by a thrill as you continued in your soft ministrations till you neared the softer skin of his thighs.
“Gods, I should have married you” he blurted out as you moved back, sitting on the soles of your feet and looking up at him.
His member shone with the pearly liquid making you lick your lips: you hadn’t ever committed such an act over your husband – as his seed wasn’t to be wasted – just heard through it and yet you felt no less excitation than for the act itself.
There was some mesmerizing and arousing in having him so close.
To know him so intimately.
“You were married to Helaena” you shot back, as one of your hands gently wrapped around his cock, not too tight and yet he hissed “… sorry”.
“Nothing to apologize for, my sweet. It has just… been a long time” he replied with eyes closed as if he was focusing onto something “I and Helaena shouldn’t have ever been married. We made each other so unhappy, although she is mother of my children… or better, sole remaining child”.
“I am sorry”.
It felt terribly contrasting: the act you were committing with your hand around his cock and the sad words.
“… I am truly sorry”.
“I can accept that solely from you” he lowered himself, till your forehead were one against the other “… at this court, there are only sycophants and hypocrites. I can’t trust nobody and there are so many… hands on my shoulders, holding me down”.
“Then let me make you forget about them for a few moments” you promised to him as he righted himself so that he could lean back against the chair more comfortably.
And you were faced with the fact that your own inexperience couldn’t stop the excitement building in your lower belly as you started to gently stroke his length not knowing him well, and trying to test what got him to bite his lips and hold back a hiss of pleasure and only when you were sure to know such things, your lips lowered and sucked the tip in.
You were careful not wanting to push your limits and appear inexperience: Aegon was used to whores, so you had to be better and certainly not show the uncertainty of never having known true pleasure as you were often left unsatisfied by your own husband.
How could you have given pleasure if you didn’t know it?
Still, all too soon, his hands were right through your hair, pushing you a bit further his length, and you couldn’t help but moan around him at the sensation of his strength, while your face pushed lightly against his belly.
You tried to be mindful of any teeth as he pushed you further down, making you gag and only then he released you, allowing you to back away and breath more freely, which got him to look at you with puppy desperate eyes.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to get carr…”.
The rest of the phrase was swallowed in a moan as you pushed past your limits to envelop him fully – which was halfway through his length – in the warm of your mouth, as far as you could go, without choking on it.
“… feels better than anything in the Silk Street”.
And he was all too glad to bring you forward even further by your hair, allowing the time to adjust your throat and remind you to breathe through your nose, and most importantly drag your core against the sole of your feet, getting warmth to ignite again as you felt yourself gushing and much wetter than you had ever been.
Even when your husband left you alone and you were allowed to dream about white-haired princes with a hand between your legs.
“Fuck…”.
You were suddenly brought away from his cock, leaving a long strip of saliva across it and connecting your lips, as it slowly went down your lips and ended on your exposed cleavage which Aegon followed before raising his face quickly to you.
“… I can’t let my seed waste… not even when your mouth is a gift sent from the Seven Heavens. Come, little girl, I’ll give you a child and then I’ll take care of you… as I don’t think I’ll last long”.
You blushed at his coursing as you suddenly remembered a very important detail.
“I… maybe we should… another day”.
“Are you rethinking about it, my lady?” Aegon looked a bit troubled by your sudden rejection “… I certainly don’t wish to make you uncomfortable but …”.
“I am indisposed!” you blurted out, tears of frustration and shame filled you “… I have… my moon blood”.
“And?”.
Oh gods, he looked at you with a devilish smirk, as his hands – strong and attentive – came around your waist and all too soon you were sat on his lap as if you were nothing but a sack of potatoes.
“… haven’t you seen the way war has rendered me? A bit of blood won’t deter me”.
Still, you didn’t meet his eyes till he raised your face to meet his own.
“… and if anything, this way I further know that your womb is healthy”.
And slowly slowly his hand disappeared between your legs, lowering with one swift move your underwear as you couldn’t help but blush as he dug one of his fingers inside of you, finding your excitement and blood.
“… fear not, you’ll be with my child in less than a month”.
And that had been the truth.
When you had gone back to your lands from King’s Landing – excusing your disappearance on a visit to an esteemed maester – you had been with child.
Still, you had laid with your husband just to avoid making him suspect that you had betrayed him with none other than the current king.
‘Do you have to bed the boring fuck?’ Aegon had protested as you slept one against the other, as you had taken to slip into his room every night to ‘be sure you’d be with child’, using a secret pathway to keep your intimate meetings discreet.
‘This works only if he believes the child to be his’.
You didn’t enjoy the thought of laying with a beast, after Aegon had taught every way pleasure could be explored through your entire body, but still, if you husband believed that you had cheated him, he wouldn’t ever divorce you.
He’d kill you.
‘… I don’t enjoy it any more than you’.
‘I don’t know’ Aegon had commented and all too soon, your front and face were pushed to the mattress as he entered you from behind, a hand in your hair and another right above your plump bum ‘… but the thought of that… disgusting man entering and taking what is man gets my blood on fire’.
Still, you had promised it’d be just one time, all that you had allowed to your husband explaining to him that after the act the seed needed to ‘be left alone to brew’ inside of you, and through your pregnancy your husband wasn’t attracted you.
Not certainly the way Aegon had come to be as he often came to your lands and your husband enjoyed the friendship of a king, when he didn’t know that such a man fucked his pregnant wife in his own marriage bed when he was out hunting.
Aegon thought you beautiful and he promised that he’d have taken you once your husband would have died, all thoughts that you pushed aside as you knew how much lust governed him and that nobody would have allowed him to have a wife as low as you.
No matter how much he desired.
No matter how much you desired such a thing.
Now at nine month and a few days, you were paying every sin on the birthing bed, tugging at the ropes with desperation as the midwife told you to push and your husband pushed his head a few times around to see whether the child would be born or not and, even though, you knew it was despicable you hoped it’d be male.
It’d be his heir and your last duty to him as his wife.
“Gods” you cursed as the pain of pushing a baby out of such a tiny hole got you to almost see the lights of the Seven Heavens, as you further tugged till you were sure that the rope would give out and eventually a cry was heard through the room, which quietened quickly “… is it… is it a boy?”.
And yet, nobody spoke enough that you thought your child to be born with fucking horns.
“Is anything wrong?” you pled for any information desperately, looking around at everybody’s face although everybody refused to meet your gaze, enough that you were sure to have died and be now a ghost till one of the younger servants gave you, your child.
And you understood perfectly why nobody had spoken: your child had bright violet eyes, even thought they were small, and he had moonish white eyes.
Exactly like his father, but not your husband, who appeared right in that moment, poking his head inside in curiosity as he must have heard the screams.
“Is it a boy?” he also eagerly asked to the first servant who passed by him “… or a girl? Well, I don’t care all that much now that we know how to…”.
He noticed promptly that the child in your arms didn’t have any of his features, although he must have also recognized to who they must belong.
And this was the sole reason why he didn’t scream or curse you out, although he looked at you with pure hatred.
And you realized, bitterly, there was no way you could have hidden your sins anymore.