#hisdesigns

       it had been an awfully early morning for the new mother. young prince arthur, now several months old, had been restless due to the nights becoming warmer and so it stood to reason that elizabeth herself awoke early with his cries in that she might comfort him. she was not certain how long she had sat with the child in her arms until the early morning sun began to illuminate the windows, marking the beginning of the long day ahead of them and swiftly bringing her sleeping husband to mind. elizabeth had watched the crown weigh heavy on the kings during her life time but none so much as henry, perhaps that was due to being much older now, and she felt it her duty to worry for him while he seemingly constantly worried about everything else. 

she could argue that she should let him sleep as he would surely need it when he had a privy counsel to appease later on but she would only be brief. bare feet fell silently as she crossed the hall with arthur bundled and fast asleep in her arms, led only by the servant who placed the babe’s cot into henry’s room where in which she laid him down in once they were left alone. elizabeth remained careful not to make too much noise as she tiptoed around the large bed and perched herself upon the edge, gentle fingers moving to softly brush the curls from the sleeping king’s forehead before she leaned and pressed a kiss in the very same spot.

     It is still so surreal to Anastasia, waking up and being so keenly aware not only of being in bed beside the man she loved ---- the one she’d never even thought she’d get, in the end ----- but that the simple golden band on her finger meant that this was her life for the rest of time. Not that she was complaining, as the early stages of married life were already treating her extremely well. They’d made well on their promise to visit Greece, as they’d chosen together to honeymoon on a small island far, far away from any of her in-laws. 

Hayley grunts at his attempt at a joke, leaves crunching beneath her naked body as she shifts on the ground, the action pressing her closer to the warm body near hers. “You’re not funny,” She grumbled, reaching up and pressing a palm flat against his bare chest. 

“We need to stop this.” She told him pointedly as the sun beat down of her skin. She remembered. The mild confusion wore off about the same time she caught sight of his bare flesh. Last night had been a blur. It started off with some bourbon and had somehow ended up with them ending their night together--- Again. 

"We should go inside before someone see’s us.” The last thing she needed was being caught outside naked and with Klaus no less, she thought while lifting herself into a sitting position.

The King could feel that his health was still deteriorating, that he might not have a great deal of time to talk with his family or offer his dear daughter, his wisdom and experience when it came to ruling. That responsibility extended to his son-in-law.

“I’ve seen enough Superman to know that Mrs. Cooper is not even remotely on the same level as Lois Lane and while she definitely has some Linda Blair scary head turning crazy going on - you shouldn’t..” Kevin’s voice trailed off as he turned to look at Archie. “..Archie?” Kevin said as he scanned Archie’s face, noticing the tears beginning to form in his eyes. “Archie.. no, no - you don’t have to cry - it’s okay.. hey - look at me. I’m here for you. You’ve got me..”