Slap in the Face
"Arthur." Cordea whispered as she rested her head against the chest of her husband. The soft fire was burning in the hut. Arthur had hunted a duck from a nearby lake and Cordea had cooked the meat on the fire. After eating, they were both sitting huddled up next to the fire. They were looking at the little baby who was swathed in a warm sheet that Cordea had managed to snag from the palace to cover Kinshra.
Arthur was stroking his wife's back lovingly. "Yes, Cordea," he said as he looked at the baby girl that Kinshra had left with them to take care of.
"What if the queen comes after the baby? How are we going to be able to save her?" she shuddered as she said that. The baby was less than a day old and she knew that the child would soon need milk. They had to arrange for a nursemaid.
"We will save her for as long as we can," Arthur replied. "We both are already doomed, so let's just extend our lives."