{ ♕ }; He watched her eyes move underneath translucent lids. The blue veins webbing across the soft skin. The King thought her asleep, the quiet snores escaping her plump lips. With out a thought, he brought his hand and placed it upon her swollen belly. His child swam underneath, growing like a plant. Hans wished desperately for a boy. A strong, healthy boy who would be able to succeed him. His fingers traced lightly against the silk of her slip. It was a quiet night. The King and Queen had not fell into bed in a fervor, kissing until their lips were bruised. Every night since she had conceived it was like this but tonight, it was different. His touch was gentle and he brought his lips to his wife's belly, trailing his lips from her navel to the little shelf her belly created. It was so warm compared to her usually cold skin, evidence that there was life inside.
❝ You'll be a strong little boy. And I'll take care of you. And your mother. ❞
