Most royalty have some type of life plan. There are aspirations, desires, and schemes. Klaus had always been a levelheaded and dutiful son to his parents. What they wished from him he would have gladly done knowing that in someway his life was greater than his own wants. Everything he did was for the glory of the kingdom. He had a responsibility to the crown that carried a certain weight. Yet, here he was in a mess―because he had selfishly pursued her despite knowing his future was set into stone. It had been planned before he was born and it had no place for her.
Of course, the one person he was okay with giving up much of his birthright for ended up betraying him. Then the consequences of his selfishness had produced a child. One that was wholly innocent of her treachery and his self-seeking greed. It was as if this was a book that was being written and every possible bad thing that could happen would as if to punish him for following his heart and not the reason that had been instilled in him.
But no child was a punishment and he refused to believe it as such. It would not be easy for a illegitimate child as the courts were cruel. There was always going to be security and luxury there―being able to provide a life for the unborn child that was comfortable, safe, and well educated. They could be whoever they desired without the weight of the crown or the responsibilities. An ideal life, he supposed.
His eyes glint over her and he wonders how he could have been so easily fooled. Was she scheming now or was she being honest? It didn’t matter. He’d help her either way. That was his child in there after all. Klaus could never be a detached or uncaring father. That type of coldness did not exist within him. “There are few who know the truth.” He says finally, admitting to covering most of the scandal and his own hide in the process. He had not punished her. Had not wanted to have her killed or imprisoned. Still clung to the same stupid sentiments that had made him all too easy to fool. “So whatever you want is yours.” He had said similar things before under different notions. However she wanted to exist she could. Whatever would make her happy, she could take and keep.
Deep down inside the raging fire of his spite and bitterness he was the same man she had blindsided and betrayed. He still cared for her safety and more importantly, their unborn child. He might not be able to give either of them a kingdom but he certainly could get very close. “I’ll be going then now that we are under an agreement.” He is standing finally, dusting imaginary particles from his clothing, and gazing back at her. Had she always appeared this small and weak? Or was it just the condition of everything now? “Do not deceive me again.” He says once more before he is turning and leaving, presumably to meet his future wife.
Being the only concubine of the future emperor wasn’t so bad.
It was at least, comfortable -the languish- among the plush duvets in her bed, the flowing silks of her dresses to cry in, the rich meals she was given every day and the euphoric flavours of tea, both bitter and sweet on her tongue. Yes, it was a comfortable sadness, where she was taken care of and warm, bathed and doted. Eyes rimmed with tears that never quite fell, and a smile just as painfully ethereal, Yeong Mi made herself a nest in the belly of the ones who she had once considered her enemies.
Months had passed since her arrival to the kingdom. She came quietly, with the few soldiers and an aide, almost hushed in. Not particularly the grand entrance one would expect for the first wife concubine of the Crown Prince. Still, the man had kept his word. It was more than what had been promised by Klaus; her entrance was quickly followed by newly appointing staff for herself. A knight, a personal maid, a head cook, a nursemaid and a butler were chosen. She had denied any request for ladies-in-waiting, vocalizing her preferences for privacy. Maybe it was that, and maybe it was because she didn’t want to hear anymore gossip and news of the castle that she hadn’t heard already from the staff. Rumours about her, Klaus, and the royal wedding were some of which she had to endure already. Still she was adjusting to palace life, slowly making her place among the many who lived there.
A month or so passed by, before the return of the Crown Prince caused the entire kingdom to stir, the royal palace had been even more chaotic. Klaus had come back proudly, the war now officially over with the Princess of Juvia, Zophía Adelane Visconti, from Yeong Mi’s home country, as his wife and insurance of the alliance. Their arrival had been much different: music, cheers, performances.. it had been a festival. The people were delighted from the peace brought by the union. The Emperor himself had sent out gold coins to the people of the capital city.
The wedding had been beautiful. The ball even more grandiose– so she heard. Like most balls and events, Yeong Mi had not attended. Some by choice, some by the order of the Empress but with the same reason regardless: she was very pregnant at this point, and her health was most important, as she was of a weak constitution. It was the perfect excuse. the best half-truth in order to keep the prying eyes, ears and mouths of the royal court at ease. Thus, allowing the pregnant woman the gift of solitude, peace and few expectations.
Not once, had Klaus come to see her since his return. Some would certainly claim her foolish, to expect him to peer over his walls, just enough to visit her for a few moments. In her belly, she still carried his child, which he had claimed to love and cherish despite his belligerent disdain. He didn’t come.
“Whatever you want is yours.” His words, whispered to her with love in the past, with harboured pain of recent, held true; if she desired something, all it took was a letter to his office, or a word to her maid, and she would have it. Surely, if she requested him to come to her, he would come. But she didn’t want to do something so… desperate. Yeong Mi wanted him to see her from his will.
Of course, he never came. Who would wish to see their betrayal over and over again? It was a special, cruel type of misery. Her enemy marrying her ex-lover, the pains of child rearing and the stress of her future, her child’s future. In isolation, it was to no one’s surprise that Yeong Mi had stopped eating and became restless.
“Anabelle, I already said I don’t need a doctor-”
Oh. But she had not expected this.
“Klaus- Your Highness…” His presence filled the garden immediately once she had turned to face the entryway.