The woman handed the child to His Highness who held her with utmost tenderness. Her tiny fingers curled around His Highness's silk robe as she looked up at him with wide dark blue eyes, just like the King's, a smile curling on her thin spit-slicked pink lips.
"She needs her feed." The maid said with a smile gracing her lips. "Let me help, My Grace."
Celeste's eyes widened as the maid moved the clothing off his highness's chest, her back toward Celeste, and adjusted the child on his chest.
When she moved away from his highness, he was nursing the child, a pale pink, silk cloth covering his chest and the baby's face. But how?
How can a male feed? Let alone give birth? For a moment she kind of forgot the situation she was in, looking at his highness with mouth agape. His long-fingered hand cradled the baby's bottom as the other rubbed her back.