Daphné Aubert

@lareineaubert.bsky.social

La Reine de France Written by #DMV | #DSVerse

Daphné is there, of course, pacing back and forth in Joan’s room. She looks down at the floor, wondering if she’s worn a rut in it yet. “Are you well, mon coeur? Do you need anything?” It’s the hundredth time she’s asked, easily, but she’ll ask a hundred more.

Joan of Arc@laprincessedarc.bsky.social · 2y ago

"WNN Paris reported earlier that during a speech this afternoon, Madame D'Arc's contractions began. She was immediately rushed to the Notre-Dame de Bon Secours maternity ward. Apart from the obvious discomfort, the Princess is said to be in good health. We'll give you updates as they come."

Daphné ran her fingers through her wife-to-be’s hair, taking a gentle grip to tilt her head back, allowing her to plant a gentle kiss against her lips. She had been busy lately, so very busy. Running a country, planning a wedding… but these moments were what gave her the strength to push on.

Joan of Arc@laprincessedarc.bsky.social · 2y ago

That she did, loosening her hair from its ponytail and giving it a shake as she sat down between Daphne's legs. To think, they still had so much to look forward to. Their baby. The triple wedding. A no-doubt erotic, exotic honeymoon to follow... She was beyond happy.

Daphné had dreaded opening her eyes for the last months, knowing Joan wouldn’t be there. Every day, she opened them slowly, praying to see her beloved next to her, and every day she felt stinging tears as her bed was empty. She woke up this morning, her eyes slowly opening to find Joan lying-