Braiden wanted nothing more then to get up and pace. He was worried. About more then just that. He was worried about what would occur should Esther then find herself pregnant with a son of her own someday. There were so many things that could go wrong that Braiden felt as if he was drowning in worries. His eyes closed at the reality of the situation.<br/><br/>“I don’t know, I am worried to mention it. I have seen the hurt in her eyes over the rumours. I want to reassure her that she will not be removed as my wife or my queen. Though I must produce an heir. I do not have a choice. It would be remiss to leave the throne hanging in the balance. The court would never accept it and I would invite civil war in my own kingdom should I allow that to happen. What other choice do I have?” Braiden asked. He knew Fernando couldn’t really give him an answer. No one could, but he was glad to have someone to share his fears with.<br/><br/>Braiden sighed heavily as he closed his eyes once more. “I fear loosing her, weather through this act or through the courts finding a way around my will on the matter to have her removed as my wife and queen.”<br/><br/>It was an admittance that Braiden didn’t want to make, but he did none the less. He felt the heaviness of the words settle on his heart. His love for his wife had grown exponentially every year of their marriage. He had come to view her as not only his beloved wife, but his closest advisor and dearest friend. Things he did not want to loose at all. Feared he would loose in fact.