@mysticcls | Valor and Elena
The bells ring, enveloping the capital city with a merry tune. Throughout the kingdom, merchants and peasant alike celebrated the news - Queen Elena is expecting! The Future King is upon us! The news spread like wildfire, managing to escape from her confinement in the tower to a foreign envoy's ears, until her estranged husband could not deny or conceal it. Now the world knows of Elena's state, and in doing so, she emerges permanently out from her tower.
She finds him amidst the celebration, where wine is poured and cheers are said. A hand on her bump, prominent and proud. A result of her willful seduction, of the hatred that sprung from their bed chamber and rippled throughout the palace. A falsely coy and embarrassed expression, as she shakes her head.
"It appears my lady's maid was careless. Loose with her tongue." Elena muses with false disappointment. As if she did not put the poor woman up to it; tell every servant that the King comes to visit, that I have not bled. As if she did not use the few diplomatic meetings Valor presents her into spread the news, so that it arrives to French and Spanish shores. Did she wish to live by his side? Certainly not. But Elena relishes in spoils and grandeur, she will not reside in a tower any longer. She is a Queen, after all. His Queen.
"But we are where we are."
