Aglovale and Tor being absolutely head over heels in love with the innocent castle maid. Every little smile and gesture drives them wild. When the King and the newly minted Tactician of Wales invites you to their study.. Maybe their infatuation run a little deeper.
Lets see, double pen, anal, and maybe just maybe a dash of breeding. And they trust each other wholeheartedly now, so whoever gets Maid-Chan pregnant they’ll take care of both Maid-Chan and baby! Anything else you want to throw in go for it! I TRUST YOU MA’AM!
As a maid to the royal family of Wales, it was not an odd occurrence in the slightest to be called to the study of your Lord at such an ungodly late hour.
After all, you know your place, by which you were to adhere to his beckon at any time.
Or, in this and many other cases, his beckon via the call of his faithful tactician.
But you knew that your King Aglovale and your superior Tor to never be so cruel as to demand for your attention with cruel intentions.
Far from it.
To cherish, to treasure, to revere.
For Tor, you were peace, you were tranquility. As hectic and burdensome that his duty to Wales imposed onto his shoulders, to catch you innocently setting the table for dinner as you hummed to yourself brought ease to his soul. A smile from you, the call of his name from your lips, some assistance to help fix his cloak before he set off to begin his routinely surveillance of the various districts--they all fueled his desire to do his utmost best for you.
As Aglovale, you were sanctuary, you were heaven. The demons of his past never ceased to claw at his heels as he strode forward in his path to bring glory to his beloved country. But all was well whenever he was sweetly urged by you to lay his head upon your lap within the comforts of his chambers, the soft touch of your fingertips caressing through his hair as you listened to him bare his inner turmoil. Never had his desire to lead Wales with utmost dignity and honor been so passionate--an angel like you deserved nothing less.
But as one would safeguard the country's riches with the grand might of a massive army, the two were just as fierce and vicious in their protectiveness of you.
Though calm and rare to lose sight of composure, Tor was never quite himself whenever another man besides his Lord was near you. Some time not too long ago, he caught you admiring the gallant strength of Gawain, who was invited to offer some lessons of the army of Wales. The look of awe in your eyes made something snap within his soul as he was swift to seize hold of your wrist from behind before hurrying you over to a nearby powder room.
His tone, usually so refined and collected, struggled to maintain such clarity as he pounded his cock away into your core while pinning you against a nearby vanity, the desire to mark you with kisses to your neck and his seed trickling down your inner-thighs at the forefront of his desires.
And even then, Aglovale was far more ruthless by comparison. Though known to be cold and calculating, his heart warmed ever so when his brothers came by to visit.
But when you were involved, his blood boiled with tremendous rage.
Should he catch so much as a polite kiss to the back of your hand from Percival or noticed you reading a cheeky letter from Lamorak that was specifically meant for your eyes, his schedule for the remaining day or even week was cleared. After all, he couldn’t bear the idea of his beloved angel straying from the heaven he worked so hard to create.
Binding your wrists with immaculately pristine silver chains, stuffing you full with his cock and his seed, no matter if it was your core, your ass, or your mouth--if locking you away in his chambers so he could ravage you mercilessly was needed to teach and remind you to hold love for only him and Tor in your heart, then so be it.
For as much as you motivated the two to be the best of men they could be to deserve your love, it was by that same affection that drove the both of them to absolute madness. Aglovale would rather go to war and burn the sky than to hand you to any one else whereas Tor would resort to his sordid tactics from days past to ensure that none would dare bother the cage that housed you.
And tonight didn't seem to be so different.
Within the walls of your king’s study--the very same room where the country’s past taught, present encouraged, and future prepared--, right upon the sofa by his desk, you were here, serving both him and his tactician as you did best.
Your legs spread wide in eagerness, your back arched with delight, your mouth parted in ecstasy, you continued to stay sandwiched between the two men you adored so dearly. Tor remained nestled beneath you, slamming his cock in and out of your ass from behind while his nimble fingers massaged and toyed with your breasts. In near seamless tandem, Aglovale was pummeling his dick away into your drooling core at a punishing pace, hot and heavy rivulets of his seed spilled out down from you, all while he indulged himself to the taste of your nipples.
In-between suckles, the noisiness of which was a disgrace to years of rigorous etiquette training, the latter murmured out loud, a dark yet delighted smirk on his features, "Tor, do tell--is today the day at long last?"
"Quite so, my Lord,” Tor remarked with an eerily calm smile as he trailed one hand down from your breast to gingerly rest upon your stomach. “After looking back to my careful documentation of the past few weeks, this day calls for our darling blossom to be at a most ideal condition to bear a child."
As though the smile on Aglovale’s face couldn’t be any more wicked. His crimson irises looked so deep and clouded with hungering love as he drew back slightly to catch a full look of your current state of ruin, all orchestrated by his and Tor’s hands.
"'To bear a child', my child--how I have longed for this day, my angel.” Moving forward, his voice trailed off as his lips parted to latch onto your breasts once again for more greedy suckling. “I do look forward to tasting such sweetness from your bosom as you embrace motherhood."
Chuckling with amusement, Tor gave one of your breasts a hearty squeeze while his lips met the base of your neck for yet another kiss meant to mark and claim as he chimed with, "And much of the same can be said for me--after all, we must ensure that the your milk is at its best for all the precious children you will bear for us."
And as the two presumed on with continuing to pound away into you without any sense of restraint, you-- eager for the future that was carefully set in place for your experience--only continued to writhe between them both in absolute overwhelming bliss.
The peace in Wales is restored after the demand and supply of chocolate was once again met.
Even though the whole adventure with the eldest brother took the whole day, you are happy that everyone could enjoy the Valentine day celebrations. Even if the day is almost over.
The sky is already dark by the time your party and Aglovale arrives back in his castle. You, Vyrn and Lyria lingering just behind the monarch.
"Are you going to give your chocolates to him?" Lyria asks, noticing your quiet demeanour. Both she and Vyrn know you love the holiday, pulling out all the stops to make sure everyone knows how much you love and appreciate them.
But you spend the whole day lying to Aglovale about your actual reason for your visit to Wales.
You click your tongue, you fight gods, demons and angels. Yet to give Aglovale your handmade chocolates terrified you. Especially after seeing the mountain of extravagante gifts the king already received. It made your chocolates seem humble and not good enough for a king.
It is daunting.
And a little demotivating.
When you finally entered the room, Aglovale was already sitting on that big plush red chair of his. His eyes focused on you as the three of you finally stood before the king.
He wasn’t born yesterday. He knew something was off the moment you stepped into the room at the start of the day.
He would never admit it, but he was too kind to call you out. Yet he was curious, so when he managed to steal the object that was causing you so much grief on Chocolea. He just had to mess with you a little, you lied to a king after all.
Your eyes glance at stacks of presents around the chair. Did the mountain grow bigger in the time you all went to the Chocolea island? Your brown twitches and in that moment you make up your mind.
You would say goodbye and find a primal to fight instead. MUCH easier.
"Captain"
You stiffen as soon as Aglovale calls you out and ever so slightly Lyria and Vyrn shift to hide behind you.
"I must thank you for your hard work, you deserve a reward. That is what I like to say but…"
"What you truly deserve is punishment instead."
Vyrn lets out an indignant squeak and Lyria puffs her cheeks.
His eyes shift to your friends behind you. Silencing their protests before speaking again.
"Your charges, of course, are excluded from said punishment. Since you, as captain, are ultimately responsible for them and as such they are dismissed. I will speak to you alone."
Lyria, as observant as ever, see something in Aglovales' strict gaze. So she relaxes and places her hand over mouth to hide her smile.
Before you could say anything the girl had already grabbed the dragon and was already skipping towards the door.
"Thank you King Aglovale" she calls out pleasantly while keeping a struggling Vyrn in check.
"Shhh vyrn, it is alright" She whispers as she walks out the door. "He and Captain need some time alone that's all, I will explain on the way to the ship".
"Please close and lock it" Aglovale calls towards a servant standing at the entrance.
"I would very much like it open so I have a way to escape!" You call out and the servant gives you a deadpanned look.
"I only obey my King"
And with that the door is shut, the click of the lock sounding harsh in your ears.
You had very little time to consider the betrayal of your friends.
"Now captain."
You swallow and turn your gaze away from the door to Aglovale.
"Come closer and I will tell you exactly what your crime is"
You move closer to the man all while keeping your head high.
"I haven’t done anything wrong" you say with conviction.
"Maybe- but you have deceived me. Or perhaps I should say… you have been hiding something from me, have you not?"
You are staring down at the man before you. Yet he still had the upper hand and it annoyed you endlessly.
"I was curious as to why you were being so secretive… but to think you were hiding my own tribute from me."
Aglovale holds up the gift you were planning on giving him and finally stands up.
Drawing himself up to his full height, completely dwarfing you.
You open your mouth to retaliate, to say something, anything would do. But the King was faster, easily gaining the upper hand thanks to your confusion and draws you towards him before swiping your legs from underneath you.
Your back hits the carpeted floor before you could draw another breath. Aglovale hovering over you.
"How did you…?"
You utter out trying, really trying to keep your upstairs brain the main brain and not your downstairs brain.
How easy it would be for you to remove that ribbon holding his hair together and let it flow around you like a gold curtain.
Aglovale sees your hand twitch, the flush on your cheeks and smirks. You are just too precious.
"I managed to procure it while you were all distracted with hunting" He explains, voice just a low timber.
Easily holding himself up on one arm he tugs the ribbon of the box with his teeth before setting the box on the floor and opening it. Finally he is able to taste your work on this tongue.
His eyes never leave yours as he licks the remaining chocolate off his finger.
"You came to Wales in order to give this to me, correct?" Aglovale hums out pinning your form down with both of his arms on either side of you.
You could only nod and the monarch smirks. It is weird and endearing you went out of your way to spare your feelings from his reaction. His thoughts, actions and reactions already filled in by your imagination.
Did you honestly believe him to be such a man? That he would reject your efforts because their are of humble origins?
He would have to rectify that train of thought. Because are his dear captain.
"I figured out the punishment for you Captain."
The man above leans closer, so close you could feel the words that leave his lips.
"You will stay with me for the rest of the day."
You blink, in what world is that punishment? For either of you. You don't ponder the thoughts much longer as Aglovale finally covers your lips with his own.
Like always your mouth opens to greet his tongue with your own. You could taste the chocolate on his tongue and your fingers spring into action, finally ridding his hair of that pesky ribbon.
Finally the king had you pinned down, his body covering yours. His intention was to get you to admit to your deceit and give him his chocolates properly.
Yet this is fine.
Your body archers into his touch, completely enraptured by him and him alone.
This was even better.
Aglovale pulls away from your hungry mouth. A small whine leaves your lips and you tug on his golden hair with a pout.
The only light that illuminates the room are the stars and moon from outside. Making the man above you unfairly beautiful.
"I am not a man that would ever make light of your feelings my dear."
When it was time for the baby to come, you purposely omitted sending someone to fetch Aglovale. You still felt guilty. He appeared at your side regardless, with a hand for you to hold.
"If your grip strength is any indication of how healthy the baby is, we won't have to worry," he joked.
He stuck with you through this ordeal just as he had during conception. When told the baby was born healthy, he glowed proudly. He didn't falter when learning it was a girl
"You did well," he praised you. "I hope you don't mind when I say I hope she takes after my mother."
"Oh, no! It's fine. That would be great." You had never met her, but based on what Percival told you and the stories you had heard, she was the gentlest, kindest woman.
He placed his hand on your shoulder. "May she take after you if not."
You smiled wearily up at him. A nurse handed you your new baby girl. You were busy inspecting her squishy little face so you didn't notice her hair colour at first. She only had wispies but they were definitely...red. Like Percival's. Aglovale asked to hold her next and you wordlessly let him take her.
You did love your baby girl. That feeling was definitely there. But you were mainly seized by shock and your thoughts were racing, trying to figure out what the consequences of this would be. You didn't notice Aglovale ask a nurse for some formula to give the girl her first meal.
You threw yourself into taking care of the baby like you had done so with your job. Your husband didn't mention her suspicious hair colour and you were afraid to bring it up yourself; would he love her less because of it? Instead, he kept pressing you about the tiny girl's name. It was obvious why right away. He really wanted to name her after his late mother. Herzeloyde. Your only gripe was that it was a mouthful so he had his way, of course. You decided to just give her the nickname, "Herza."
Percival rushed home as soon as he heard the good news, that you had birthed a healthy baby girl. He was even more anxious to get home when he heard about the girl's name. He very much agreed with his older brother. If Aglovale hadn't named his daughter after their mother, Percival would have. He wished very much to feel like he still had a connection to her.
Aglovale was busy with state business so Percival met you alone to see his new niece. Was it him, or were you hesitating to show him the new baby? He exchanged glances with you, and you seemed to realize you had to and decided to get it over with. Which was even more concerning to him. You pulled the blanket back from the top of the baby's head.
No, it couldn't be.
The baby had fine hair but it was obvious that it was red. Percival was simultaneously hot and cold. He didn't want to believe it but his twisting gut told him otherwise.
"Do you want to...?" you asked.
He took the baby from your arms to cradle her in his. Holding her up, closer to his face, he was enchanted. He gazed into the face of who might be his baby girl. His tiny, precious daughter. With the one love he wished he didn't have to give up. You. All the discipline he had since you become engaged to his brother crumbled in the face of this baby. His body language reflected this; he stood close, blocking the baby girl from anyone else's view. The only moment he could pretend the three of you were a family.
"Isn't she beautiful?"
Aglovale had approached you both, unseen. Reluctantly, Percival stepped back in deference to signal to Aglovale could join. Aglovale smiled like normal but with an edge. There was a tension in the air but it was most heated between the two brothers. Percival faced his brother proudly but his expression was stiff like he was keeping himself from crumbling again. You felt like the outsider and took a small step back, hoping they didn't notice.
Aglovale held out his arms and Percival immediately handed the baby over.
"Isn't your daughter beautiful?" Aglovale said evenly to Percival.
Percival's lips parted in awe. "You knew?"
"Herza was born eight and half months after the wedding," said Aglovale.
Percival hesitated, letting that sink in, then nodded. "Yes, Brother."
Aglovale cradled your daughter closer, smiling softly down at her. "I told anyone who asked that we couldn't wait for the wedding day to consummate."
You took a controlled, deep breath. You couldn't imagine many people questioning a man like Aglovale but that he made up an excuse for something you did...you didn't know what to think about that. Your daughter should have been born to a union between you and Percival. Instead, you were married to his older brother and he was wonderful to you. You couldn't fault either of them but it was clear that your daughter was Percival's.
"I have duties," Aglovale announced after some silence.
Percival nodded. He couldn't think of anything to say before and he couldn't now. Aglovale handed the baby back to you. You didn't realize you felt incomplete in that short time until you were holding her again. You closed your eyes, cuddled Herza really close, and inhaled her scent. No matter what happened, you couldn't live without her.
You parted from Percival. Aglovale walked with you partway back to the nursery. You were still conflicted, like you wanted to apologize to him but should you have to? He gave you a parting kiss, which you took as a good sign. Not to mention, the butterflies fluttering whenever he showed you affection. He walked away and you stayed glued to the spot. You sighed. Who did you love more? Your husband or the father of your child?
Apart from a few people coming to ask some last questions about your previous job to tidy things, you had some peaceful time with your daughter for the next few days. Your feelings for Percival had you flying higher than usual. He was nearby and you could sort of pretend he could be a father to Herza.
You convinced yourself that he should spend time with her so you went to his rooms. You nearly dropped your baby when you saw him packing.
"Where are you going!?" you asked, not bothering to conceal your disappointment.
"I don't know why you're asking me that." He continued to pack. "I must go. I can't be near you. If anyone notices that Herza looks like me, it will look bad for my brother."
You huffed. "Why should it be about him? What about you? And Herza?!"
Percival stopped to face you with a soft, sad expression. "Her father is Aglovale. We must maintain that illusion." He resumed packing.
You took a step forward. "Did he put you up to this?"
"Yes but I agree."
You wanted to yell at him about the unfairness of him leaving and without either of them asking your opinion.
"Let me hold her," he said.
You gave her to him quickly, then hovered. Or tried not to. You were really, really hoping seeing her face would trigger a change of heart. Looking at her gave him that stiff expression like at the wedding.
He looked at you. "She needs a stable life. Not being dragged around by me. You wouldn't want to take care of a baby while travelling."
He carefully passed her back. You teetered on the edge of knowing he was right. Your heart was in your stomach and the pain of separation poisoned the edges. Percival felt long gone, even though he was still within arms' length.
A/n: To the anon who requested this, I’m sorry it’s kinda crackish and ooc
“What do you mean you cannot prepare over a thousand roses? I did hire the most competent florist, did I not? So why aren’t there the roses I ordered?” Aglovale clenched his fists tightly and stared down the old man.
“S-sorry, forgive me my lord! It’s just...we are not able to prepare so much in such little time. Especially since plenty of others had ordered roses too, we simply don’t have the stock or time to do what you request of us.” The man looked frightened and shook as Aglovale sighed.
“Now what am I to do? Valentines day is soon approaching, and I have nothing satisfactory to give to my lover. You’re dismissed, I apologize for taking time out of your day for this.” Aglovale waved the man off, and the man bowed before scurrying out of the room.
What am I to do? What would make (Y/n) happy?
Perhaps a feast, yes, a feast, dedicated to the most wonderful person to ever grace the skydom.
But mere pleasantries and food can hardly showcase my love for them.
I could get an artisan who could make a portrait of them. No, a portrait is not enough. A statue! Made of the most pristine marble and stone!
But those ruin and whither after a couple hundred years. My descendants will not be able to see its glory, and who knows what kind of wretched animal will use it as it sees fit. Unacceptable.
He pondered through a list of things that could be considered good gifts, but none seemed grand enough. This was Valentine’s day, a test of his devotion for his loved one.
A loud gasp echoed, and an idea had formed in his mind.
“A new piece of land for them. Yes, a splendid idea. I’ll take their favorite type of land and fight valiantly for it all to be claimed under their name. What better gift to show my adoration for them than a victorious conquest?” He smiled to himself.
He briskly walked out of the throne room and walked past a bunch of his servants. Some knights bowed and addressed him and many maids backed up into the wall before they greeted him.
“You,” he pointed at a nearby butler who immediately ran over to him. “Fetch me my armor and weapons. I must head out to battle.”
“S-Sire! But there hasn’t been any word of invaders! There is no need to fight!”
“Nonsense, I am simply adding more property to our kingdom. It is a gift for my beloved, of course.”
“S-sire...pardon my intrusion but...” The butler stammered as he quickly gave Aglovale his battle armor.
“Yes? Please, say whatever you wish before I depart.”
“My lord, forgive me for saying this, but...do you think your lover would want you fighting? For land of all things? If I’m not mistaken, they have taken up the occupation of skyfaring, what good is it to have a piece of earth that they will simply fly over?”
“But it is all for them, this is much more different than just any piece of land. I will make it their own paradise.” Aglovale responded as if it was the most obvious thing ever.
“Have you ever considered their thoughts on the matter? Valentine’s day is soon upon us, a time for lovers and friends alike to spend with each other. I don’t think they’d be pleased to find you fighting on that day.”
Aglovale let the words sink in before he sighed in defeat.
“Then what must I do to show them that I love them?” He groaned. “They have been a shining beacon upon my life, and had I not met them...I don’t know where I’d be. How can I ever repay all they have done for me?”
“My lord, I feel the same about my wife. She has helped me through the lowest of lows and made me enjoy the highest of highs. I may be a butler, but I am a man just like you. Lovers just wish to enjoy each others’ presence. I think it would be wise to spend a day, just you two alone, where you can bask in one another’s company.”
“Ah...you are correct. I can’t believe I let myself be blinded by this! I must make it up to them at once! I will make this Valentine’s day the best they have ever had.” Aglovale stood up and smiled courageously, his mind wracking for the best type of date for you. He looked at the butler and bowed his head slightly, a thankful look on his face. “Thank you, my friend, for your insightful words. This is my first time being in a love like this, so all these experiences are new to me.”
“It is no trouble at all my lord. Just remember what this is all about-celebrating the love you share for one another.”
Aglovale nodded again and walked away.
Valentine’s day had quickly approached, and you awoke with a burst of affection. This was a day for lovers. However, your husband was nowhere to be seen as you looked around the room.
You could only gasp at the bouquet of red roses, a single blue one in the middle.
‘My love, I hope you understand just how much you truly mean to me. I know I may be considered cold, but I want you to know that you are always a part of my thoughts. I dream of being wrapped in your love for eternity. Happy Valentine’s day.’ the card near the roses read.
You sighed, feeling lucky at how you got the most wonderful man ever.
“My love, did you think that the gifts would end with just that?” Your husband’s voice broke you out of your daydream, and you immediately engulfed him in hugs and kisses. He reciprocated passionately until he begrudgingly broke it off.
“I prepared a special feast for you, so we can just enjoy each other for the rest of the day.”
“A-Aglovale...” You whispered as he dragged in a cart full of dishes and sweets.
“(Y/n), my love, is this to your liking?” He smirked.
“This is perfect.” You said as you embraced him once more.
Conquest was the furthest thing from his mind, all he thought of was how euphoric it was to be in your presence. Simplicity was not a common practice for him, but he soon realized that he needed nothing more than you to be content.
You were standing next to your groom, giddy. The leader of Wales, Aglovale, was your husband-to-be. He was gorgeous, smart, strong, and he had smoothly seduced you with charm. While keeping an appropriate distance. It pleased your parents. Not only was your husband a good man, you would never have to worry about being poor again. That was very important.
The only cause of a heavy stone of doubt in your stomach was sitting near the front, watching with a flat smile. Others may not know it was flat but you knew Percival well enough to tell right away. He had been the centre of your world before your parents arranged this marriage. Percy, just as gorgeous as his brother and as good of a man, inspired you to follow him all over the skies. He didn't coddle you but he marched on with such confidence and care for your safety that you marched right after him. In private he was fiercely loyal and a passionate lover.
You thought Percy would fight for you. He always fought hard to protect you when travelling. But apparently with Aglovale, it was the only time Percy wouldn't. He said his brother was a good match for you and bowed out, leaving a painful hole where he used to be.
You tried to imagine how your life was going to be after today but you couldn't. Sounds faded and colours blurred but you still couldn't form any ideas. Your mindset settled into an anxious dull buzz.
"Miss? ...Miss?"
The officiant interrupted your buzz. You glanced at him, then your gaze was drawn to your groom. He softened his somber expression with a smile. Not quite gentle, but the knowing gaze you'd give a child when they were doing you proud. It set the tone for your marriage going forward. You couldn't wait to please him and inspire him to smile like that again. No wonder Percival told you before that Aglovale was a good ruler. His presence made people want to give more of themselves than they might plan to.
You were pulled in two different directions. A bright future awaited you as Aglovale's new bride. That felt good. Until Percival left the capital and it fully sank in that you lost him.
Aglovale didn't let you wallow, even though that was tempting. He expected you to work hard like anyone else in the family. He got you a job that was mainly shuffling about paperwork and dealing with members of government. You didn't like that last bit but being Aglovale's wife must have intimidated them. They treated you with respect. You decided, why not throw yourself into your work? You busied yourself and the pain of losing Percival hovered around the edges of your new life. You avoided it, only narrowly.
To make things even better, Aglovale courted you in his free time. He didn't have a lot of it but you enjoyed the time you got with him. He commandeered your lunch breaks and time after work to show you around the castle area. He was proud of Wales and he told you all about the recent changes he made to its inner workings. You didn't understand half of what he was saying but he smiled while he was talking. He concluded by frowning resolutely and declaring there was a lot of work still to do. You nodded automatically and enthusiastically, still not understanding.
"Oh. What do we have here?" he said, turning to a balcony.
A fat robin with a red belly was flitting in a nearby tree. Aglovale went to the railing. The bird landed near. He tugged you gently closer by the hand and you crept over slowly. Not to disturb. He held his gauntlet palm up and the bird hopped in. Your mouth made an O shape, the same as your amazed eyes.
"Sometimes I feed them," he said. "They must remember me."
His smile was more youthful and more radiant. For the first time, you forgot about Percival and something else blossomed in his place. Something hopeful and surprisingly pure like a white flower bud. You watched him closely for the next few days for more of those moments, wanting more reasons to trust and fall in love with him. Maybe you would be okay without Percival.
You were getting closer and closer to Aglovale. Soon he broached the subject of having children. Continuing his family line was very important to him. He started the conversation by asking you to come sit in his lap. You had come to feel safe there, in his embrace. You sat sideways, with his arm around your lower back.
"My Wife," he purred, with that smile you were fond of.
You wanted a family with him but you were nervous to be intimate with someone who was intimidating and respected. Maybe you wouldn't measure up.
Apart from some serious nerves, you had a good time. Aglovale didn't mention it if he noticed. You got pregnant right away and he showed no surprise. In fact, he was smug and didn't hide it from anyone. He was smug almost the whole way through your pregnancy. He seemed to ride a high all through your mood swings and strange pregnant lady behaviour. No one could get to him, not even the most irritating politician. To keep that going, you hid from him that you cried like a child after Percival sent you a grand bouquet of your favourite flowers as congratulations. You felt awful because it made you wish the baby was his.
