Claiming His Luna

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“Your Grace, she is pregnant,” the Doctor’s words carried a weight that resonated in my ears. Time seemed to freeze, and my mind momentarily paused.

The surprise I felt must have shown on my face. I saw a similar reaction in Frank, but I kept my focus on the doctor.

Pregnant? Is she really pregnant?

Could I be on the verge of becoming a father? Did my own father feel such a flood of emotions when he learned my mother was pregnant with me? It’s a powerful joy that momentarily stops everything, a feeling beyond words.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice revealing a mix of hope and a need for clarity. My beloved and I made love a hundred times, the best moments of my life. It was so deep and romantic.

“Yes, I’m sure,” came the reply, making my heart beat faster. Becoming a father? What an amazing thought!

Frank’s congratulatory tap on my shoulder showed his approval.

“And how is the mother and child’s health?” I inquired, filled with anxiety as I paced back and forth.

“They are both doing well. However, it might be wise to give the mother a few days of rest. Strong emotions, even anger, could potentially be risky,” the Doctor explained, looking into my eyes intently.

“I’ll make sure she follows your advice. Thank you, Doctor,” I nodded, and he left with a modest bow.

Caught in this immense revelation, I was left speechless. My thoughts swirled, but I couldn’t express a single word at this moment. Strong emotions swept through me, a mix of happiness, sadness, and anger, each trying to take over.

Happiness as I imagined the result of our love growing inside her tiny body. Sadness for my late mother, who wouldn’t hold her grandchild. And anger, a fierce feeling aimed at Vienna, at Remus, at anyone who might harm her.

Breaking the silence, Frank’s voice brought some lightness. “Looks like you’ve hit the mark, Your Majesty,” he joked, winking at me.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty,” he added, his tone full of sincerity and respect, perfectly fitting the occasion.

“She’s pregnant,” I declared as if the earlier conversation hadn’t happened.

“Absolutely, Your Majesty. An heir is on the way,” Frank affirmed, his congratulations filling the room once again.

Laughter welled up in me, and I was almost on the edge of euphoria. I stood up, gripping his jacket spontaneously.

“I’m about to have an heir!” I exclaimed, my words intermingled with laughter that swept my tense being, infectiously bringing a smile to Frank’s composed expression.

Amid the rush of joy, I enveloped Frank in a rejoicing hug, tears of happiness streaming down my cheeks. A father? The idea felt like a tale spun by fate.

“She’s pregnant, Cercei’s pregnant, and I’m set to become a father, preparing to welcome the rightful heir that soon becomes my successor!” The words tumbled from my lips in a whirlwind, a blend of astonishment and happiness.

Frank’s reassurance cast a comforting shade over the moment. “Without a doubt, I’m sure you’ll be a great father, Sire.”

However, the smile on my face suddenly faded. I pondered his words. Could I truly be a great father? How will I manage that?

“Do you think so?” I inquired, much like a child seeking reassurance. He nodded earnestly, a genuine smile on his face.

I stepped away and poured myself a drink. Can I truly be a great father? What even makes a good one? Could I measure up to this new responsibility? Doubts clouded my thoughts.

What if my child grows to resent me? What if I falter and struggle in my role as a father? Can I ever live up to the strong paternal guidance my own father gave me?

He was amazing, the best father I could have wished for. He’s the person I respect and looks up to be one. I spent my childhood mimicking his leadership, but when it comes to being a father, I have my doubts.

“Sire?” Frank’s voice brought me back from reverie as I sipped my drink.

“I’ll probably mess this up, won’t I?” I confessed, the words escaping my lips constantly. Raising a pet had already proven to be a challenge that I struggled with. How much more complex must the task of raising my own child be?

“I’m afraid I’ll mishandle this responsibility,” I admitted, a mix of fear and anxiety in my words.

“Sire, you might be overthinking things,” Frank’s tone was soothing, a gentle reminder of a positive perspective.

Perhaps I was overthinking. Weighed down by worries about a life that had just begun, I was now sabotaging my confidence.

“This must come to an end,” I declared firmly, halting my steps.

“What exactly is it that needed to be done?” Frank inquired, a hint of confusion in his voice, seeking clarity about my intentions.

“The chaos, the ongoing conflict, the currents of revenge and hatred, this must stop. I will put a swift end to it,” my conviction was strong, driven by a sincere desire to protect and keep my woman safe.

A core impulse surged inside my mind, compelling me to ensure protection, especially for Cercei. A delicate yet potent life started growing inside her, and while I acknowledged her strength, I couldn’t risk her well-being. The little life inside her held the promise of the North’s future.

The doctor’s advice was clear. She required rest. Serenity, happiness, and calmness should surround her. I had the duty to secure her peace and tranquillity, eliminating any room for anxiety or turmoil. Despite her strength, she was in a delicate condition as she carried our child.

She is still unaware that she carried our child, and I intend to share the news with her myself. Anticipating her reaction, I held onto hope that our joy would align. This child was living evidence of our shared love. However, reality introduced a note of uncertainty, given our complicated circumstances and our little misunderstanding.

Before revealing this news to her, certain matters must be addressed, clarity must be embraced. Remus, the epitome of threat, must be removed from our path before our child arrives. His presence posed a danger that couldn’t coexist with our child’s safety.

Especially now, with the potential news of Cercei’s pregnancy possibly reaching his ears like wildfire, his evilness would probably intensify in his purpose of grabbing back Cercei and her mother away from my hands. This is a situation I couldn’t tolerate. I refused to let Remus’s evilness threaten our life and harm our child.

“I want you to ensure she’s well rested,” I instructed Frank.

“What actions are you planning?” he inquired, seeking insight into my plans.

I tightened my jaw as I finished my drink. The legacy I aimed to create for my child should be free from turmoil, without fear or danger. Remus’s knowledge of my child’s existence would only bring tension and risk, a clearly unacceptable outcome.

“Kill them all,” the word slipped from my lips, carrying a rigid plan.

“My heir is on the way,” I declared firmly, emphasising my decision as I finished the last drop of my drink in a single gulp.