Fall Harvest, 1316: Tagaryen Manor, Windenberg
Bartlet's lover called him to his chambers on the day of another failed harvest, seeming to be shaking with fear. The woman was far lower than his family in station, as a servant to their family, but he hated to see her so afraid.
As she explained to him that she has skipped her cycle and she had been feeling ill and she was certain that she was with child. She reassured him that she wouldn't bother him with such matters if she wasn't sure.
Bartlet gave her a knowing smile. "My dear, I had already promised the Watcher that if something was to come of our. . . situation that I would marry you. You do not need to fear. I am sure that if we pay the church, they would happily let us wed; even if we will have to put the party off until after this horrible famine has passed."
"Oh, Your Grace -!"
"Bartlet, dear. I am to be your husband."
"Bartlet. I don't need a party, the fact that you are willing to wed me and support our child is more than enough."
For the briefest moment, the two of them just beamed at each other. It would be strange to be married again and he hoped this wasn't an insult to his late wife's memory - but he is not in a place where he can afford illegitimate children.
He needs legitimate ones.
Speaking of - they got back to speaking of important issues. Matters of finance that they would need to work out before their rushed wedding. All to be prepared for the new life they were going to bring into the world.












