#isolde ft gregory

[milkteethss]

isolde hadn't been sleeping. for the past month of so the child had been so heavy in her belly, and her worries for gregory had grown paramount in her mind. even in the brief moments of sleep that she managed, her mind was plagued with nightmares. and so now, as she dressed for bed, she was doing everything she could to calm herself; special tea prescribed by the castle's healer, scented candles, a new nightgown which would supposedly keep her cooler in the hot summer nights. she was willing to try it all; anything that would bring her one tiny bit of rest was welcome.

"maria, my hairbrush," she asked softly, holding her hand out, and instead she felt lips attach to her neck. isolde froze for a moment, before recognising the hard form and soft voice of her husband behind her. she spun, startled into silence, her eyes wide, to find herself in his arms. "i-" she started, but found that tears of joy had blocked her throat. he had a discovery of his own to make, and when his eyes found her belly she couldn't help but laugh - a great, shoulder heaving sob of pure joy falling from her as she nodded, her arms reaching out, blinded by tears, to wrap around him. "yes," she sobbed, nodding, and clutching onto him.

Plot: Just a basic plot of a king returning home from war just to find out that his darling wife is like 6 or 7 months along with their 2nd child. I just needed to use Leo Suter's fc so bad hahahaha. Hmu if u wanna plot more!

Gregory could hardly wait to see his beloved wife. He had galloped away at full speed ahead, leaving his man in the dust as he sped towards the castle. Six months had seemed like six years to him and he ached so badly to hear her voice, gaze upon her exquisite face, smell her scent and feel her soft and gentle caresses and kisses. All of his thoughts were full of her when he finally entered the front courtyard and dismounted swiftly from his huge steed. It was far too late to see his daughter so he would only greet her and spend time with her tomorrow morning. Right now, he practically ran all the way up to the main bedchambers, ignoring the amusement of the staff. The moment he reached the heavy door, he then slowly pushed it upon. Upon hearing his wife call out from her dressing room thinking it was her handmaiden come to help her undress for the night, the king then smirked slightly as he quietly walked towards her back. “I think I can help you with that,” he teased in his low voice, placing a gentle kiss upon the smooth curve of her neck. As his wife whirled around in shock, it was then his turn to be shocked for his grinning gaze then morphed into one of great astonishment when his gaze finally went down over her figure and noticed the protruding belly. He was stunned speechless for a moment. “Is–is that-?” he gasped as he looked back up at his wife.