The Forgotten Child

It started out as a problem. A problem that needed a solution. And that problem inspired a thought. A thought in the back of the queen's head. That thought grew into an idea. A terrible, but oh so clever idea. But that idea led to a sin. And that sin changed the life of a young girl before she was ever even born.


1. A Thought

There was a solemn air in the dark room as the fire crackled. The orange light danced on the man and woman, the first standing, the latter sitting in a high backed chair. Unspoken words of worry hung between the two, and silence ensued. Finally, the man spoke.

"What do we do?" he asked, the worry wrinkles in his face deepening in the firelight.

"I don't know," his beloved responded, her melodious voice conveying the emotion she was feeling. "We've tried so many times, but I just can't seem to bear a child."

"We'll keep trying," the man insisted, trying to stop his wife from what he knew what was coming next. She shook her head.

"We can't waste any more time hoping I'll conceive," she sighed, her eyes watering. "We must consider other options. You need an heir, and I can't provide that. I'm sorry, George."

"It is not your fault," George said fiercely. "You have nothing to apologize for, Elizabeth."

"What kind of wife am I if I can't even give you a child?" she wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks. She buried her face in her hands as George knelt down next to her. 

"You are the only woman I'll ever want," he insisted, kissing her forehead. Before he could say another word, a knock came at the door. "Come in!" A  young man timidly poked his head in.

"The council would like to discuss some matters with you, my King," he said nervously. George nodded his head slowly.

"I'll be there in a moment, Theseus," he said. Theseus bowed quickly and shut the door behind him. George turned back to his wife. "Call Amil and prepare for bed. I will be back soon. We aren't done discussing this." With that, he kissed her fingers and left. The woman sat there for a while, before wiping her tears. She stood and strode to the table, where a bell laid. Ringing it quickly, she set it down and turned to her vanity table. A soft knock came promptly at the door, to which Elizabeth responded with a weak "Come in!"

A young woman slipped through the door. Her pale blonde hair shimmered in the rich firelight. Her brown eyes were filled with concern as she helped her lady undress. 

"Is everything alright, my Lady?" she asked, worry lacing her tone. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Elizabeth sat on her bed, her nightgown flowing around her as she shook her head. 

"No, but thank you Amil," she said with a watery smile. Amil nodded, brushing Elizabeth's hair with long, slow strokes. The two sat there for a few minutes in silence, the crackling fire the only sound. Suddenly, Elizabeth lifted her head as a thought hit her. She turned quickly to her maid.

"Amil," she said very seriously. "What would you do for me?" Amil replied with no hesitation.    

"You are my queen," she responded firmly. "I would do anything for you." Elizabeth smiled. 

"Good," she said. "Because the King and I have a problem that endangers the kingdom's future. And I think you can help."

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