((Private))
A messenger entered the Chancellor's office as Prince Marti was going over some documents. He seemed a tad nervous and approached the prince cautiously. He cleared his throat and said, "Your Highness, I have news regarding the mistress."
Prince Marti turned his head towards the messenger. It took a moment for the prince to catch on to who the man was talking about. "Did someone find her?"
The messenger looked down sheepishly at the floor. "No, Your Highness. She's disappeared."
Marti jumped out of his seat, startling the man. "She what!"
"We're not sure where she's gone," the messenger said. "We've tried to track her down, but she must have fled the estate with the child."
Marti did his best to contain his rage. The woman had to be found. He shoved the messenger out of the way and stormed out of the room. If the mistress was going anywhere, Marti had a good idea where that was.
* * * * *
King Ferran looked up from his book only to see a young woman staring at him, holding the hand of a toddler. He tossed the book aside and said, "Who the hell are you and how did you get in my chambers?"
"You don't remember me?" the brown-haired woman said, her eyes staring into his soul. "Have you forgotten our night together?"
The king slowly rose from his seat. He had no recollection of who this woman was. "I don't know who you are or care for that matter. Get out before I call the guards."
The brunette suddenly broke into tears. The little boy followed suit. "I thought you loved me!"
Ferran backed away. This woman was mad. "Just leave, and take your brat with you."
The woman seemed on the verge of an emotional breakdown. She composed herself enough to say, "I named the boy Ferran, after his father."
"That's lovely," Ferran said with a sneer. He started edging towards the door.
The woman's face twitched as tears streamed down her face. "I named him after you. You're the father."
The memories of that one night at the feast flooded back to the king. His eyes went wide. "Get out now. He's not mine and I'll never say he's mine."
The doors burst open and Prince Marti rushed in with several guards. He spotted the woman right away and said, "Seize her! Get her out of here immediately."
The guards grabbed the woman and dragged her from the room. The boy, left behind, was staring around in bewilderment. "Mommy?"
Marti gently grabbed the boy's hand and said, "Come with me. I'll take you to see your mother." He quietly escorted the boy from the room.
((Public))
The sight of the woman being dragged through the palace was the talk around court. She kept screaming at the top of her lungs as the guards carried her away. "The boy is yours! He's the king's!"
Anyone who was present at the palace would have seen this woman as she was taken to the dungeon. They might have also noticed Prince Marti following behind with a small boy. Word would certainly spread quickly of this debacle.
((The king's affair is now public knowledge. Have fun with that.
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