The King arrived as the leaves of the orchard were turning brown. He rode into the courtyard with his retinue of purple clad soldiers and leaped off his horse with his usual agility. The Queen had not dressed yet, and she had been risen early by her maids to be given the news.
She rushed into the courtyard, still in her nightclothes determined to delay his mission to see his son.
"Where is he?" the King demanded, his handsome face cold and determined.
"What has taken you so long?" she asked.
"What business is it of yours?" he said, "You no longer have any rights." And he took her arm and roughly pulled her towards the house.
The baby was standing in his cradle, his little pudgy hands grasping the sides, eager to see his mother.
The King stopped in his tracks and stared at him, his face growing pale.
The Queen rushed towards her child and protectively gathered him up in her arms.
"Put him down," the King said through gritted teeth.
She held onto him tightly, kissing his dark curls.
"Put him down, you traitorous bitch," he hissed.
Tears sprang into her eyes, as he advanced on her. The baby started sobbing as she clung onto him tighter.
"He took your virginity, didn't he?" the King said as he wrestled the crying child from her. "It was him!"
She tried to hold onto the baby, but the King was strong and dumping him back into the cot he pulled her out of the room.
She cried out as he wrestled her onto the bed, pulling at her nightgown. "You will give me an heir, damn it!" he shouted as he tore at his flies. She tried to kick against him but he had her pinned to the bed, and he entered her roughly, making her cry out with pain.
He left immediately afterwards, and stumbling into the nursery, she found her baby had gone too.