Empress Furstrada

"Darling come away from the window, you'll make yourself more sick." Furstrada's ear twitched at the sound of her husband's voice, slowly she turned her head, closing the window shudders. "Is it enough?" Furstrada asked, causing him to sit up in bed. "Is what enough?" Her husband said, looking over to her. "This? The palace? The city? The entire empire!?" Furstrada says as she moved to the foot of the bed, her lungs burn slightly from raising her voice. "The titles too... King of The Blakes, King of The Lombards, Holy Roman Emperor, Emperor of The West and all their feminine counterparts. Furstrada let out a cough, putting a hand on her chest before using it to pull the straps off her nightgown, letting it fall to the ground, she then turned to show her nakedness, opening her arms wide. "What about this? Ist this enough mine Lear?" Suddenly a coughing fit hit Furstrada, causing her breasts to bounce slightly before she turns her head to aim her coughing into the crock of her arm. "Ohh... Damm me." Furstrada said, her eyes watery from the excessive coughing.

The Empress laid lazily on plush chaise sofa, humming old Blakeish tunes as she gently rubbed small circles on her pregnant belly. Suddenly her ears perked at the sound of the eastern door clicked open, smiling as she turned her head to look at her husband, who approached slowly. Furstrada opened her arms, allowing him to caress her and her gravid stomach. "Hmm, yes, enjoy this while it lasts." Furstrada whispered, placing a fur covered hand on top of his resting on the curve of her belly. "I believe this will be the last daughter my sick body could give you."