Portrait of Queen Berta: I accidentally got pregnant with His Majesty’s child

A few days back in Wang Du. Below Harold, the outside morning humans were extremely busy.

Though I have just returned from Vawela, the date for my next visit is imminent.

"This paperwork, no sign of the court! Where's the officer in charge?

"I've already left in the vanguard of the inspection"

Harold himself had been busily killed by his normal administration while watching the officials murdered by excessive labor.

"Let him take his place under the signature of the officer in charge. If you don't mind my authorization to fly, get it out."

"............... that's just it"

Your Majesty, your immediate hands will be at the scene.

All the neighbors, including Sergio, who usually flaunt "Don't be silly" when Harold is tired and says the right thing.

It was not until a few days after Harold returned to the King's Capital that he was able to reach the Palace of Berta.

But Berta looked sorry to see Harold's face.

"Your Majesty. I'm sorry..."

You don't have to listen to what she said.

Louis was sticking in Berta's arms.

The little cheeks are left dry and white after the tears, and it can be inferred how it seems after the already small tyrants are irresistibly gutted.

"Oh. I hear Louis won't try to leave you."

When she came back from the inspection, her palace said it was already a lot of noise.

Anyway, Louis seems to be crying and crying that Berta is not in sight.

I'm not old enough to know the circumstances yet. Louis, who was shocked when his mother suddenly disappeared and was left alone for a few days, wouldn't let Berta go in such a way that he had no self or world.

"I tried to fall asleep early, but only today it wasn't very sleepy for me"

He looked up at Harold with his grumpy eyes out of his favorite mother's arms.

Louis once recognized Harold as his father. Probably.

"Louis."

But the call is ignored without regard.

Until not too long ago, it was a turnaround in favor of my father, who met me occasionally, and these days he has completely lost his nostalgia for Harold.

"Wherever I go, the chase is terrible. We're in trouble."

"That's cute.... No, that's tough."

Though his candid thoughts have been leaked, Harold reads the air and immediately corrects them.

In fact, Berta seemed tired.

"I also heard you were holding Louis for a meeting with Sergio yesterday"

"Yeah,"

Berta looked weird. It's like you shouldn't have laughed but your laughter has leaked.

"Sergio reluctantly went home very briefly. When I saw Sergio, Louis cried and made a scene. I did something wrong."

"Well, we'll be together on the spot where we're going to inspect anyway. It'll be fine then."

Harold bowed down and aligned himself with Louis at the height of his gaze.

Harold didn't think he was being indiscriminately unfamiliar with a human being.

He hates it when he chooses someone who's going to take his mother away from him.

As young as you are, you do have a strong ego. It's still more animal than human.

"Shall we sleep together?"

"Huh?"

It seemed surprising, and Berta leaks her voice.

"Louis. Let's sleep with your father and mother today"

Harold wanted to spend some more time with Louis, too. I don't even want him to hate me, but even the face I reject is adorable and the desire to defeat wins.

"... hey Tama"

It's your father.

"Ouch?

The bedroom in Berta's room was large enough for the three of us to sleep between the toddlers.

"Something like this is good, too"

In the dropped lights of the bedroom, Louis was rumbling with butterflies and limbs at first, but soon began to calm down and gloat.

Originally, it's too late for a toddler to be awake. I guess I didn't want to be taken Berta and I couldn't. Berta gently strokes me and loosens my mouth like I'm relieved.

"Louis is happy."

Speak reluctantly with a low voice not disturbing his sleep. Berta replied by returning only her gaze.

"Thus falling asleep in the arms of the mother"

The sleeping face of a reassured toddler seemed unrelated to all the misfortunes of the world.

Just one direct heir to the throne. While his political importance is a child to be eliminated on the table, Louis is constantly growing up this way protected and slender around him.

It's as if you're just, like, one child.

How difficult and honorable is that as a young man's environment?

"That's what His Majesty thinks."

Berta shrugged, as she knew Harold's inner sentiments.

"That Louis will grow up like just a child. Allow us to live our lives now."

Her eyelids also seem to be starting to get heavier so she can be caught in the high body temperature of a sleeping toddler.

"Am I doing something?

"Hehe."

I just laughed and there is no clear answer.

"I'm sleepy, too."

"Oh.... good night, Berta"

"Good night"

Shortly before she fell asleep, she leaned unconsciously against Louis. Its unmanipulative behavior also reminds me of the sheer routine of mothers and children used to sleeping together.

Harold had remembered that when he was young, he never remembered sleeping on the same bed as his father, king, and mother.

Is Louis old enough to remember in the future? I may forget what happened when I was about two and a half years old, when I grew up.

Even so, we can spend these nights with the three of us again at any time.

It was strangely fresh to be next to Berta, who fell asleep earlier.

Harold is still unfamiliar with her sleeping face.

Because she's not asleep while Harold is usually awake.

Because of this, I turned around and put a cheek wand on my pillow, trying to stay awake a little longer. He himself was in a comfortable place, but until a few years ago he had no shadow or shape, he wanted to see a little more of what he had gotten of a wife.

(I couldn't even imagine. not long ago)

What really comes to my chest is guilt for thinking I'm the only one happy.

Originally, this was really supposed to happen with another person. I can't help but think about another future that should have been possible.

I don't see him anymore, and now I just miss him. My days with Marguerite used to get softly inside the shelves of my memory, and I'm usually less aware of it.

Her heart, which I hope she still is, at least laughing at, was not in any way inconsistent with her feelings for Berta and Louis in him.

"Berta......"

I don't expect an answer, and Harold called the name softly to keep anyone awake.

I want to touch my thin, soft body, and apart from that, I think it's lovely.

Occasionally, I feel impatient enough to feel that I'm the only one who can touch her closer and deeper than anyone else.

(- more. a little more)

What can I do to get her and make it all my own?

Though I am not now confused by my own emotions, there was also a self-reflection that included objective flattery towards myself as I indulged in the young queen for as much as I grew older.

Harold, however, has solidified some readiness about his relationship with her.

The Queen's throne cannot be changed so many times. I want to make the last big fluctuations within the royal family already.

I didn't turn away from what I thought was really important, and I had to take a careful look at my relationship with her, this time in every surrounding environment. Who has ordained himself a lifelong companion, and that is what death separates the two.

In a quiet evening, Harold thought about it for a short time before losing to the sleeper.