Note – in my play-through King Liam is King Istvan…
I’ve tagged the whole series as NSFW as some chapters (but not all) are 
Aesthetic Credits: Viktoria – FC Joanna Prus
/ Istvan – FC Rob Evans
/ Both images borrowed from their Instagram
/ I own none of these images, all used with love and respect <3
/ Rings – enoirvado / Vegas view – Instagram sin1city / Quotes – all taken from Pinterest andnone had credit for where they came from.[/caption]
They’d been married for almost three years and Viktoria had never been happier. Life in Cordonia hadn’t always been a picnic, but Istvan made the challenges she’d faced worthwhile. She adored him and he treated her like the Queen she now technically was. She’d fallen for him the first night she met him, and she never thought that her feelings could deepen to the extent they now had. He was her sunrise, her sunset and everything in between…
Viktoria had known from the start that they would be expected to produce an heir to the Cordonian throne. She’d put it to the back of her mind, first of all because she never truly believed they’d get to be together: the whole Madeleine debacle, then the assassination attempt… Then with all the joy of finally being together, planning their wedding… Any time it had resurfaced, from the media, from their acquaintances having kids, she felt pressured and pushed the thought away again… ‘Not now’ she’d muttered to herself in annoyance ‘In our own time. When it’s right, we’ll know.’
She never had siblings and if she was honest, she felt pretty uncomfortable around kids and babies. She’d always put it down to not being ‘used to them’. It would be different if she was in love, she’d want to have a baby of her own with that special person… That’s what she’d always thought would happen anyway…
But lying there in the royal bedroom wrapped in the arms of her kind, gorgeous husband after spending the evening making love to him, when the words came out as Istvan snuggled closer to her, broaching the subject,
“Vik, don’t you think it’d be wonderful to have a little person of our own in our lives…? A little piece of you and me?”
she froze. He wanted a baby. Her stomach lurched, she could hear her heart thumping inside her during a silence that felt years long; she started to ramble,
“Oh Istvan I don’t think this is the right time to start a family… I’m still finding my feet as Queen… And things have just started to calm down politically in Cordonia… And there’s so much already planned for next season…”
He pulled her closer into his warm embrace, silent for a few moments, then gently kissing her forehead, frowning,
“Hmm. I know that you’re probably right darling. But I love you so much, I just can’t wait to start a family with you. You’ll be an amazing mother to our little prince or princess.”
His hand moved to cradle her flat stomach, playfully, lovingly,
“and I promise I’d be a great daddy.”
She flinched, catching his hand, “I don’t doubt that you would be amazing. It’s more my abilities as a mommy that I’m not convinced about. Ist, I love you with all my heart, but I’m just… I’m not ready to have a baby, ok?”
Tears sprung to her eyes as she jumped out of their bed, heading towards the bathroom, a little shocked by the strength of her own reaction, wiping her eyes,
“I’m sorry.”
Istvan rolled onto his back and ran his hand across his brow, ‘well that conversation didn’t go the way I expected it to…’. He sighed deeply. Should he follow her or give her some space? He wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened. They’d been married for a few years now, they were so blissfully happy together and he worshipped the ground his wife walked upon. The natural progression of things was to make a baby together, wasn’t it?
He could picture their child. A perfect little mixture of them both. Delicate skin like caramel; a combination of his dark complexion and Viktoria’s porcelain looks. Her button nose. His clear blue eyes. Dark curls. A laugh that would brighten his day and precious dimples. A sweet, dainty little daughter or a little son, bright and full of mischief…
His heart felt heavy, his head confused. They were usually so in sync, how could he be so ready for this, but she wasn’t? They’d never really discussed it, he had just assumed it was an unspoken inevitability…
He rose from their bed, pulling his robe loosely around himself. Making his way to the bathroom door, he knocked it quietly, his voice filled with concern,
“Vik are you ok in there?”
TBC 💖
