Patience is a Virtue

William was nearly at the banquet hall when he heard a familiar voice calling out to him. He turned to see Camilla's ladies approaching.

He smiled, feeling pathetically happy they were speaking to him again after days of ignoring him.

"Your Grace." Lady Taunsen bowed. "We just wished to tell you that the princess is in labour now."

William quickly stopped smiling. "Oh. What does that mean? Is the baby about to be born?"

"Well, not right now. But likely within the next day or so."

William nodded blankly at the three women, who just stared back. There wasn't a trace of friendliness on any of their faces.

He gulped. "Then what am I supposed to do? Do I go to the apartments and wait?"

Lady Taunsen shook her head. "You don't have to do anything, my lord. The midwives will send out a message when it's all over."

"Don't worry. Her Grace knows better than to expect your presence, my lord." Lady Katerine hissed under her breath.