Building a Dynasty
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Summary: Queen Olive is in labor, and King Fabian worries about his future as a father of the Queen’s child.
Characters: Olive Aster (MC), Fabian Rhys, Kayden Vescovi, Elise Aster, Zya Aster.
Rating: G
Word Count: 1.1k
Reading Time: 4 min.
Fabian paced anxiously on the hidden castle's grounds, his heart beating as he assumed the facts of today: twelve hours ago, Vasco sent word to the Noble Houses that the Queen had gone into labor. Although he did not love her that way, he couldn't feel but nervous: this was to be his first child!
Though he and Lady Hippolyta had been together for a year now, his wife, Olive, had asked him not to be intimate with her until she expected. And so, he did, being a man of his word. Now, the Crown Shield, Kayden, and the Queen's lover watched him pace, and he started to ramble "What if she dies? What if the baby is born sick? What if they grow to hate me? Oh goodness, my heart is racing! Should I be there, beside Olive? I feel like it's my duty to—,"
Kayden placed a comforting hand on Fabian's shoulder, calming down his racing thoughts "Your Majesty, I understand well your fears and the wellbeing of Olive, but fearing the worst won't help her case. She is a strong, resilient woman, but in moments like these, she needs to be surrounded by those who can help her. You must trust in Vasco's choice for a midwife and that the company of Princess Annalisa and your mother will get her through the labor."
He exhaled and nodded "You're right. Olive needs us to be her strength, and pace and ramble like a petulant child won't help. She has great faith in me, I must do the same."
She nodded, a ghost of a smile appearing on her face "Olive has gone through many things. Childbirth will seem to her like a walk in the gardens by now."
He chuckled "You have a point there." His face fell "But I never got to ask you personally about how you felt when Olive and I… conceived this child."
Kayden looked around, her trusted guards turning a deaf ear, and sighed "While the idea was not amusing, Olive has a duty to the kingdom, and an heir must be the most important one as the Queen. She made that choice, and I know better than hold Olive Aster back. And, following Lord Percival's advice, I am trying to look at the positive outcomes for this: your marriage will be on solid ground, and so will your reign. A child borne by the monarchs means the kingdom's promise of prosperity made true. And, with the reparations of the Beltane fire, I think it will do good to the people of Cordonia to focus on the Royal Heir for a bit."
He gave her a genuine smile "You prove me yet again your wisdom. You truly are worthy of Olive. I still can't believe she gave up the idea of having a life with you to rule beside me."
"Don't forget, she also saw you worthy of share the crown together and be the father of her firstborn. You just are yet to see it. She speaks highly of you, you know. As both a king and a man, a friend even."
They stood there, in a calming silence until Zya came into the gardens, panting and with a smile "It's here, the heir it's here! He's a boy! A healthy baby boy!"
Fabian looked back hesitantly to Kayden "Go. If I go into that room, it may be suspicious, for I am not an official member of the royal family."
He nodded and followed the woman through the labyrinthine halls of the palace to the royal bed, where Queen Olive Aster was holding a small bundle on her arms, sweaty and beaming at what seemed like a boy. Lady Hippolyta was also there, but she left as soon as Fabian entered the room.
But he'd worry about that later: he was a father! He approached Olive and took a look at his son: he favored his mother in looks, though he could see his hair and factions on the boy. He chuckled, overwhelmed by everything. Olive gave him a knowing look "Do you wish to meet your son?"
He gasped. She meant holding him!
His mother, Elise, seemed to see through his expression, for she smiled at him "I shall guide you through the process, do not worry, my boy."
He seemed more relaxed with his mother there. Olive passed down the baby, who slept peacefully. He chuckled again "Hello, son. It's me, Father."
The baby seemed to recognize him, for he moved for a bit, a thing that made him chuckle and laugh. He looked at Olive and smiled at her gratefully. They had not only sired a healthy heir, but a boy, what the people had expected of them, they delivered. He sat down as he marveled at his son, so tiny in his tall, strong frame.
"I think this is the time where we name him."
"Well," said Elise "Crown Princes normally have six names. Fabian should be one of them."
"Edward," Fabian said confidently "he should be named Edward. And Dominic, like the brave man-dragon." He passed his finger through his son's face, who moved slightly against him, making him chuckle.
After nearly two hours of brainstorming the name, they finally came with the name: Edward Fabian Dominic Liam Percival Hunter Rhys, Crown Prince of Cordonia. He had several titles and lands, too.
A week later, they celebrated his baptism, where nobles and common people alike gathered to see the Crown Prince and future king as well. Olive made Annalisa and Percival his godparents and named Lady Hippolyta her nursemaid. People celebrated his birth for five days, and many ambassadors from Europe came to meet the newborn prince from the kingdom of Cordonia.
A year passed by, and little Edward grew strong and healthy, with his mother's strong spirit and his father's love for arts. That year, Lady Hippolyta and Princess Annalisa became pregnant, which overjoyed both fathers. Fabian felt much confident in his parenting skills and his lover's pregnancy. He loved his boy very much, who had his eyes and his mother's tawny skin and lovely hair.
The news of the new heir of House Beaumont gladdened the members of the court, but Lady Hippolyta was made to make a match so suspicions over the monarch's marriage wouldn't be at risk. Much to Fabian's chagrin, he accepted. He had a son and a kingdom to think of.
With one last look before retiring to their royal duties, they left the gardens with a good feeling that they had not only saved Cordonia but bettered it for centuries to come.
Both monarchs observed their son play with Lord Pompadour and the small cub, Aster, and Olive said to her husband "I have a good feeling about this, Fabian. Like we've built an everlasting dynasty and made a fine job despite the odds."
He smiled at his wife "I think so too."
They only hoped the people of Cordonia would not forget easily about King Fabian and his prominent wife, Queen Olive.
