She caught him at the door to the busy council chambers and pulled him to a near alcove.
"It can wait," she whispered, pressing a finger to his protesting lips. "Arthur, I'm with child!"
He looked at her, dumbstruck. They had not been married four months.
"Are you sure?" he asked, taking her two hands.
"Of course!" she exclaimed.
Her face was the brightest he had ever known it, her delight seemed near contagious.
He laughed then, loudly and happily, clasping her close to him.
"A winter child," she said, before he kissed her fiercely on her river wide smile.