She lay in bed, waiting. She was told he would come tonight. And he did. She had enjoyed the two weeks reprieve but now it was time to once again perform her duties as Queen. She already had produced two beautiful children for the crown, a beautiful boy who is four and the youngest, a girl, now eighteen months. She had been ordered to become pregnant again. She wasn't sure how that was going to happen with the king who had grown old and very ill.
The heavy wooden door creaked open. The Bishop entered first then her husband the King. He leaned heavily on the arm of his gentleman of the bedchamber. His feet scuffling across the rock floor. Although habit caused her to want to jump from the bed and bow before him, she remained in bed. The Bishop had relayed a message from the King that she was to remove all clothing and lay naked under the bedcovers. The king had been very ill, and was too weak to wait for her to undress. He wanted her ready for him when he got in the room.
The gentleman of the chamber escorted the King to the bed and removed his robe. She pulled back the bedcovers. The gentleman of the chamber picked up the King and laid him in bed beside her. She covered him with the blanket. In a low weak voice the king dismissed his servant. The Bishop remained in the room. His purpose to be a witness that the king was indeed able to impregnate the queen. She touched the Kings face and he smiled at her. He then reached for her breast. She rolled over on her side so that he could suckle. He licked and sucked. A satisfied sigh escaped his mouth, 'You still have milk' he said. He sucked hard emptying her breast. He wanted the other one, but was too weak to reach it. She straddled his body. Leaning over him and fed him her breast from above. The king licked and suckled until he went to sleep. She rolled over on her back beside him.
She waited to see if the King would wake and want more from her. It became evident that he was sound asleep. The Bishop walked to the bed and held a finger over his mouth, signaling for her to remain quiet. Then he motioned for her to follow him. She pointed to her robe, he handed it to her. She slipped on the robe and followed him into the dressing room attached to her bedchamber. With his mouth close to her ear he told his plan. He told her that the nation is teetering on war. There has to be a strong line of succession. She must become pregnant again to show the country that the King is healthy. And God's will, the child will be a second boy.
