Long ago there was a kingdom ruled by a young monarch and his queen. Freshly married they would talk of the children they would have and what perhaps they would look like. A feverish gleam of hope shined in both their eyes and they knew that soon the kingdom would be blessed with a royal child. Perhaps assumptions that a child would be forthcoming and would be such a lovely child led to fate being cruel. The first year went by without a child and they laughed that perhaps they must try just a bit harder. The second year, there were puzzled smiles, but they were still hopeful. With the third year the smiles were strained, but still they hoped. So the years passed and by the sixth the queen could no longer refrain from tears. The king buried himself in work and would not speak of a child any longer.
The whispers began to flow from the fine nobility to the poor peasants in the field. The rumors abounded that the queen had refused to share a bed or even that perhaps the king could not fath