Seven months later...
A broken sob passed through Kaycee's lips as she fell into Sean's arms. The news of her Father's death had come as a complete shock. It was said that he passed in his sleep the night prior, due to failure of the liver. It was completely unexpected.
The world seemed to be crashing around the prince and princess - well, now Queen and King. First, the loss of their unborn baby, the baby doctors quickly ruled as a son, and now the loss of Kaycee's father. A few tears slipped past Sean's eyelashes as well. It killed him to see his wife in this position. She had finally gotten past the emotional battle with the loss of their son, and now this was dropped onto her shoulders like a ton of bricks.
Kaycee pulled away from the hug and started pacing a small line in the room. "I wanted to give you a child, but I couldn't. I wanted to give you a full life before we had to take the throne, but I couldn't."
"Hey." Sean stopped her. "Don't say that. Don't say that." He shook his head and pulled her back into a hug, but Kaycee resisted it.
"I can't see these corridors, and not imagine little children running around, and I want to give you a family, Sean." Kaycee turned to face her husband. "Is that too much to ask?" She asked him, with a smile that looked like something of a wrong answer someone tried to erase, but couldn't quite get the job done.
"Love..." Sean began.
"Could you please let me alone?" Kaycee asked.
Sean swallowed hard. "If you wish." He nodded slowly before leaving his wife in their bedroom, as per her request.
The next three days were spent mourning the death of the King. In those three days, it was also explained to Sean by a doctor who attended the funeral services that Kaycee could be a little "off" the next little while - something about a lot of emotional shock at once.
And that's the reasoning Sean stuck to the fact that Kaycee had been completely manic the past few days. She found anything to fix, anything to improve, which was hard to do, considering none of the staff would let the Queen help them.
"Kaycee, can we talk?" Sean asked, shutting the door to their bedroom.
"Of course." Kaycee noded, setting her book down.
"You know that I love you, right?" Sean asked.
"Of course." Kaycee responded, nodding slowly.
"Alright, so please understand that when I ask you this." Sean approached this with caution, making Kaycee bite her lip out of sheer nervousness. "Are you scared to take the throne?"
Kaycee gasped. "No, of course not."
"That's a lie." Sean quickly concluded.
"What?" Kaycee asked, calming down slightly. "How'd you--"
"I tested you." Sean explained.
"You tested me?"
"Yes, to see if you were truly alright. Everyone's been telling you that you can't be scared to take the throne, so you're putting on the facade that you are not. Which is a lie. You're bottling everything up, My Love, and that's not healthy." Sean preached.
Kaycee swallowed hard. "I-I mean..." She stammered. Sean kissed the top of his wife's head as he pulled her into a hug. "My father left us in such turmoil, and I don't think that I can fix it." Kaycee admitted. "I don't know how to be a good Queen, and everyone is expecting me to be." Kaycee buried her head into the crook of Sean's neck. "How can I be a good queen if I can't even be a good wife?"
A/N: Short and a cliffhanger, I'm sorry. I still hope you enjoyed! Xoxo! ❤
P.S. Part four?