“My Lady, His Lord requests your presence in the Council Chamber” said a pretty, blonde maid, she was heavily pregnant and Antoinette wondered was the baby’s father her husband, Henri the King.
“Tell His Majesty that he shall come and see me” said Antoinette, she too was pregnant and was in no hurry to rush in front of her husband and his council.
“Yes, My Lady” the girl said and she waddled off to tell the news to the King.
She is going to blow any day now, the Queen said to herself. She put her hand on her swelling belly and prepared for the anger that would no doubt be directed at her from her husband.
She sat down and waited and thought about her marriage. She lacked for nothing, she was Queen of France after all. But her husband constantly cheated on her. On their honeymoon, he had slept with numerous women and had no doubt gotten countless women pregnant. She had heard her husband making love to of the Chateau de Bleu’s maids, it had eaten her up inside. ‘Oh Henri, yes, kiss me there,’. She still wanted to strangle that twit’s neck.
“Lady Amanda” she called to the girl brushing her hair.
“Yes, My Lady” the girl called above her head. Lady Amanda was a pretty fourteen yard old with bright red hair and vibrant green eyes and seven months pregnant. There was no doubt, she was carrying Henri’s child. She was one of his most prominent mistresses. Her father had arranged the entire thing and Henri took the bait.
“Who is that girl?”
“She, My Lady, is Olive,” said Amanda “I don’t know what her last name”
“Is she pregnant with my husband’s child?”
“Yes, My Lady and she’s eight months along” Amanda said
“How old is she?”
“Twelve, My Lady”
“Ah, just a babe, I had my first child when I was eleven though, so I can’t talk, tell me more about her, Amanda”
“She’s the bastard daughter of Sir Thomas Byuleen. Her mother was the wife of one of his students at the Royal Law Academy. I think she was sixteen at the time and had three sons when she engaged in the affair, Lady Adrianna was not pleased to hear that her husband had impregnated her, she was so angry they say. She had Olive, her husband was nice to the girl, but he was cold and distant after her birth. Olive then came to the palace and got a job, so she could move away from here and to England. Unfortunately she got side tracked by His Lord and was seduced into his bed and now she’s pregnant. But the King had been taking care of her and will take care of the babe too, when it is born or so I hear.”
“You know a lot, Lady Amanda.”
“Yes, My Lady”
“Tell me, did His Lord give you that necklace?”
“Yes, My Lady” she whispered
“Those earrings, brooches, headdress, and everything you have on you, too?”
“Yes, My Lady” she said, she had ceased to brush her hair now.
“Tell me, is my husband just as good in bed with you as he is with me and no doubt, Olive?”
“Yes, My Lady”
“Ah, that is all, you are dismissed”
Lady Amanda, clutching her swollen belly, ran out of the room as fast as she could.
“Bitch,” the Queen whispered to herself.
Everywhere she turned there was a pregnant girl carrying her husband’s child. She was so tired of it.
The baby kicked as in agreement.
“Yes that’s right, you must be a little princess, I think I’ll name you Katrina”
The baby kicked in response, just as the King, the father, stormed in the room.
“Just what is your problem?” he screamed
She fell on her knees and knelt and stayed there as she searched for the right words.
“My Lord,” she started, but was interrupted.
“You disobey me and then you upset Lady Amanda, you almost put her into premature labor”
“Lady Amanda, Lady Amanda, is that all you care about? What about me, you burst in here and surprise me, I could have went into premature labor and could have miscarried your male heir,” Antoinette said “ What about that Olive girl, can’t you respect me and keep it in your pants?” As she said this, she noticed that his member was partially stick out, no doubt from Olive or maybe Lady Amanda pleasuring him. Thinking this, Lady Amanda and Olive appeared at the door. Olive messing with her dress tail and Amanda pressing her swollen breasts back into her gown.
“Why do cause me so much pain, My Lord” Antoinette pleaded “I have been a good and just wife as well as a Queen to you.”
“What I do is none of your business, Antoinette, I treat you good as you should be treated, why do you still complain?” Henri said
“I don’t want you to have mistresses, why do you need them, they are low and scum. Don’t I pleasure you enough?” she stood up now to face her husband, but she only came up to his chest, her husband was a very tall man.
“Don not forget that your mother was my father’s mistress” Henri said ignoring her question.
“Why, you low down and dirty dog,” she bristled at the insult
“You as well, My Lady were my mistress”
“My mother was a good lady” Antoinette said ignoring the insult to herself, she must defend her mother’s memory first and then herself.
“So I’ve heard in bed, too” said Henri, smirking as he did.
She slapped him, hard. “Never insult my mother!”
He grabbed her by the arms and pushed her to him. Olive and Amanda rushed out of the room.
“Let me tell you something, you shut your damn mouth and eyes as others in your position have or you shall suffer the fate of your nieces” he growled.
“Please, My Lord, you are hurting us” she said reminding him of the fact that she was pregnant.
He let her go cruelly and stepped back.
“Please, My Lord, think of the baby, I could carry a son” Antoinette said touching her belly.
Henri left the chamber and slammed the door behind him.
Antoinette slowly laid on the bed and wept. Her husband didn’t love her, her mother was dead and her sister was in Burgundy. Could it get any worse?
I don't know who I thought I was fooling when I insisted it wasn't about me.
I'm so glad I hadn't discovered ff.net back then. That story sounds like some of the worst of the worst on there.
