John was completely and utterly smitten with his wife, she was the most perfect woman to walk the earth. She was a dramatic little thing though, and even more demanding. He loved her for it, and once they had kids he never expected them to be just like her.
Simon never wanted to be a father. Too busy, too cold, too riddled with horrible thoughts to even think about being a father to someone. And yet, when he sat in that hospital room, cradling the small bundle of blankets in his arms—it was like when the sun peeks out on a rainy day.
The hours stretched on, as you waited for the turn to face the monarch properly. Countless hearts passed the halls of Castle Dower, as Price rejected all the suitors sent out to impress him. The straightforwardness of the highest lord didn't seem to fit with dainty ladies and perfumed princes, as the mob of hopeful glances turned to sour sighs.
