I Reincarnated as a Prince Who Revolutionized the Kingdom-Chapter 136: A Child?

July 15th, 1701 – Elysee, Capital of the Kingdom of Elysea

Royal Palace

It was early morning in Elysee, the capital city slowly waking beneath a warm summer sky. Servants moved quietly through the marble halls of the Royal Palace, carrying trays laden with breakfast and fresh linens. Guards stationed at their posts exchanged sleepy nods, waiting for their shifts to change.

In the royal apartments, Queen Amelie stood by a tall window overlooking the gardens below. She was quiet, reflective. She had felt unwell lately, something subtle yet persistent, something she had only shared quietly with her most trusted maid, Sylvie. But now, after careful consideration and whispered conversations with her personal physician, Amelie knew she could no longer keep the news to herself.

She placed a gentle hand on her stomach, feeling a flutter of nervous excitement. After years of hoping, wishing, and the heartbreak of quiet disappointment, this time it felt real. The physician's confirmation had been gentle but clear. Queen Amelie was with child.

She turned from the window, her mind spinning softly with questions. How would Bruno react? Would he be joyful or cautious, given their past experiences? She took a slow breath to steady herself, deciding there was no point in waiting any longer.

"Sylvie," Amelie called softly, her voice calm but purposeful.

Sylvie appeared promptly, stepping through the chamber doors. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Please have the king informed that I would like to speak with him privately," Amelie said softly. "Tell him it is important."

Sylvie nodded respectfully. "At once, Your Majesty."

Queen Amelie settled into a comfortable chair near the window, the morning sun casting gentle light onto her soft, pale gown. She waited quietly, her heart beating a bit quicker, but a peaceful smile beginning to form on her lips.

After only a short wait, footsteps echoed down the hall. The heavy oak door opened, and King Bruno stepped into the room. He was dressed informally, in a simple white shirt and dark trousers, his hair slightly mussed from the morning's activities. His face immediately showed concern mixed with curiosity.

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"Amelie?" he asked gently, crossing the room to her. "Is everything alright?"

She looked up, smiling warmly as she reached out to gently take his hand. "Everything is more than alright, Bruno. I have some news to share with you."

The king knelt beside her chair, concern easing slightly at her calm expression. "What news?"

Amelie took a gentle breath, her eyes filled with quiet emotion. "Bruno… I'm pregnant."

The room went utterly quiet for a long moment. Bruno's eyes widened slightly, as though he wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. "Pregnant?" he repeated softly, almost to himself.

She nodded gently, her fingers softly gripping his. "Yes, the physician confirmed it yesterday evening. After all these years, after all we've endured, we are going to have a child."

Bruno stayed quiet, absorbing her words slowly. His hand tightened gently around hers, and Amelie could see a mixture of cautious joy and lingering concern in his eyes. Finally, he spoke softly. "Are you certain? The doctor is sure this time?"

Amelie nodded reassuringly. "He was certain. I am in good health, and the signs are all there. We have every reason to be hopeful."

Bruno exhaled, his shoulders visibly relaxing. He gently pressed a kiss to her hand. "Amelie, this is wonderful news," he murmured, a cautious smile forming on his lips. "But I cannot help but worry. After everything we've been through…"

She squeezed his hand gently. "I understand, my love. I'm cautious too. But this feels different. Something deep inside tells me this child will be strong, healthy. I feel it."

Bruno stood slowly, still holding her hand, and gently pulled her up with him. He wrapped his arms around her in a warm, protective embrace. "Then we will have faith together," he whispered softly. "Whatever comes, we face it together."

She smiled into his chest, closing her eyes. "Yes, together."

Over the following days, word of the queen's pregnancy spread quietly through the palace, though not yet publicly announced. Bruno and Amelie decided to wait until they felt fully secure, mindful of the kingdom's watchful eyes and the delicate politics that surrounded royal heirs. They took comfort in small, quiet moments shared alone in the palace gardens, discussing the future in hushed, hopeful whispers.

July 30th, 1701 – Elysee

Royal Palace Gardens

On a warm summer afternoon, King Bruno and Queen Amelie walked together slowly through the expansive gardens behind the royal palace. Flowers bloomed around them in brilliant colors—deep blues, bright reds, and soft yellows—while the sounds of gently splashing fountains filled the air. They held hands, their conversation gentle and relaxed.

"Have you thought about names?" Bruno asked softly, glancing down at his wife.

Amelie laughed gently, shaking her head. "So soon? You're hopeful."

Bruno smiled warmly. "I can't help it. We've waited so long."

She paused, considering his question thoughtfully. "I suppose I have. If it's a boy, perhaps Louis or Charles. If a girl… maybe Sophie or Marguerite?"

Bruno considered this thoughtfully. "Louis. That was my grandfather's name. A strong name. Sophie, too—it has a gentle strength to it."

They continued walking slowly, discussing the future, the possibilities, the simple joys they hoped to share as parents. Despite Bruno's earlier worries, Amelie's quiet optimism began to reassure him. For the first time, he allowed himself to truly believe that they might soon have the family they both desperately wanted.

August 20th, 1701 – Elysee, Capital of the Kingdom of Elysea

Royal Palace

As weeks passed, Queen Amelie's pregnancy continued smoothly, with no sign of complications. The palace's best doctors and midwives attended to her daily, ensuring her health remained strong and stable. Bruno remained watchful but gradually relaxed, reassured by each passing day.

Finally, the couple decided it was time to announce the news officially.

King Bruno arranged a formal gathering in the royal audience chamber, inviting senior nobles, ministers, military officers, and other prominent figures of the kingdom. Standing side by side on the dais, with the warmth of afternoon sunlight streaming through the high windows, the king addressed those gathered.

"Lords and ladies, loyal subjects," Bruno announced warmly, "we have called you here today to share a joyous announcement with the kingdom."

The hall grew quiet, filled with anticipation.

"It is with great happiness and gratitude," Bruno continued, glancing lovingly toward his wife, "that we announce Queen Amelie is expecting a child."

Cheers immediately erupted across the audience chamber. Nobles smiled broadly, clapping and offering enthusiastic congratulations. Ministers nodded approvingly, visibly pleased and relieved that the kingdom might finally have an heir. Even the usually reserved military officers allowed themselves brief smiles and nods of approval.

Bruno raised a hand, quieting the applause gently. "Your joy is our joy. Your hopes are our hopes. May this child be a symbol of peace, unity, and prosperity for all of Elysea."

Later that evening, in the quiet privacy of their chambers, Bruno sat with Amelie by the fireside, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

"It felt good to share our joy today," Bruno said quietly, his voice calm and content.

Amelie smiled softly. "Yes, it did. And it felt right."

Bruno squeezed her hand gently. "You've brought so much happiness to me, Amelie. More than I ever imagined."

She kissed him softly on the cheek. "And you to me. Now, we have even greater happiness to look forward to."

For a while, they sat together quietly, simply enjoying each other's presence.

As the months passed, preparations for the child's arrival filled the palace. A nursery was prepared, decorated in gentle colors, carefully furnished with soft fabrics and toys crafted by the kingdom's finest artisans. Bruno remained constantly attentive, visiting his wife several times each day to check on her health and comfort.

As the queen's belly grew rounder and the child grew stronger, so did the hopes and excitement of the kingdom. People whispered about the royal baby in taverns, marketplaces, and homes, quietly hoping that the long-awaited heir would bring continued peace and prosperity.

One cool autumn morning, as Amelie sat in her chamber reading quietly, Bruno entered with a small gift box in his hands. He placed it gently in her lap.

Amelie raised an eyebrow curiously. "What's this?"

He smiled softly. "Something I had made for you and our child."

Opening the box carefully, she revealed a beautifully crafted silver locket engraved with the royal crest. Inside was a tiny, delicate portrait of herself and Bruno.

She looked up, eyes glistening. "It's beautiful."

Bruno knelt beside her chair, taking her hand gently in his. "Our child will always know they are loved, Amelie. Whatever happens, we'll always protect and cherish them."

She squeezed his hand softly. "Always."

For now, in this quiet moment, they allowed themselves to fully believe and hope. That the future felt bright, filled with promise and joy.

And so, Elysea waited patiently, joyfully anticipating the day their heir would finally arrive.