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After their wedding Marianne and Bog King were looking forward to their honey-moon. Marianne always wanted to see the world and that’s what Bog planned to do for his bride. Together the newlyweds travelled through the forests, above the mountains, right up to the coast. They would spend their days exploring and their nights in a warm embrace. It was truly the adventure of a life time and there was no one else Marianne would rather share it with.

The honey-moon lasted up to a month before they finally returned home to their kingdoms and their family. It wasn’t long after returning that Marianne started being sick. She thought it as something they ate on their travels and shook it off as nothing. But as it continued Bog finally made her go see Sugar Plum Fairy. Maybe she would have a potion to help her feel better until whatever illness she had passed. But things were not that simple.

The Sugar Plum Fairy smiled in a motherly way when she told the pair they were going to have a child. Marianne and Bog King were, naturally, shocked at first. But after they got used to the idea of parenthood they were so happy. They couldn’t wait to become parents. Everyone else was happy too, especially Griselda, who had been waiting years for a grandchild. For the next few months Griselda was none stop knitting toys and baby clothes, both in pink and blue.

Finally, after about a year of pregnancy, the day arrived. Marianne woke to cramps in the early hours of the morning and she woke Bog.
“Bog? Bog!” she said, shaking him.
“Hm? What?” asked Bog, still half asleep. “Marianne? What is it?”
“I think the baby’s coming.”
At that Bog King sat straight up, staring at her.
“What?! N-now?!” he cried.
“I think so,” said Marianne, rubbing her belly. “My stomach is starting to hurt-Ah!”
“Okay, okay, hold on. Don’t panic. I’ll go get help. It’ll only take a moment.”

Bog King called for the healers and the midwife who arrived within fifteen minutes. The next eight hours were hell. Marianne had to go through the pains of child labour and the annoyance of the midwife and the other healers running around, getting ready for the birth itself. Marianne’s only comfort was that they allowed Bog King to stay with her, to comfort her and help her sit up when it was time to push.
“Okay, almost there!” said the midwife. “Just a few more pushes!”
Marianne gritted her teeth as she pushed hard, gripping Bog King’s hand, with her face soaked with sweat and tears. She pushed as hard as she could for as long as she could before she fell back, panting in exhaustion. Bog King smiled and wiped her forehead with a wet cloth.
“You’re doing really well, my darling.” said Bog.
“Oh God, this hurts!” cried Marianne. “How much longer is this going to take?!”
“Don’t worry, your highness, it’s on its way,” said the midwife. “Just one more push.”
“I can’t! I can’t do it anymore!”
“Yes you can,” said Bog King. “Come on, tough girl, just a little more!”
Marianne took some breaths and pushed again. Even though she pushed with all her might it wasn’t enough. She was too tired.
“Nothing’s happening, you need to push harder!” said the midwife.
“I can’t! I can’t!” sobbed Marianne.
“You can!” said Bog King. “Please, Marianne!”

Marianne breathed again and pushed. She gave it all she had left, screaming at the top of her lungs. As Marianne’s scream died down it was replaced by a high pitched wailing. Marianne panted and opened her eyes. In the midwife’s arms lay a tiny baby goblin infant, the very image of its father, except with tiny green wrinkled wings peeking out from its back. Marianne stared at it, fresh tears falling from her eyes as she broke into a smile, all the pain forgotten.
“Congratulations,” smiled the midwife. “It’s a boy.”

“A boy,” smiled Bog King. “It’s a boy, Marianne! Our son!”
Marianne smiled at him and he smiled back, both sharing a keep kiss and pressing their foreheads together. The midwife cleaned up the new prince, wrapped him in a blanket and passed him to Marianne. Marianne took him and cradled her son close to her chest. Her son. Those words sounded so strange. But in a good way.
The new born rubbed its eyes and blinked them open, staring up at Marianne with big brown eyes. Marianne smiled down at him.

“Well hello there,” said Marianne. “I’m your mommy. And look, that’s your daddy, see?”
Bog King chuckled and stroked the child’s head. Even the almighty Bog King had a tear in his eye, though Marianne said nothing. The baby turned his attention to his father, taking hold of his finger and gripping it tightly.
“Hello son,” he said. “Oh, he’s so beautiful, Marianne, and so strong. You certainly take after your mother, son.”
The baby yawn, cooing a little, and Marianne giggled. He was so cute, the cutest little baby there ever was. And he was theirs, Marianne’s and Bog’s, their little cute baby prince.
“We still got to name him.” said Marianne.
“Oh, yes, of course,” said Bog King. “Um……Bog Prince 2nd?”
“Seriously?”
“Fine, then you pick, if you can do better.”

Marianne rolled her eyes and looked back down at him. All the while the prince looked from his mother to his father, trying to figure who these people were and why they were looking at him like that. Everything was new to him and Marianne couldn’t wait to show him the world he would grow up in. After thinking for a short while one name seemed to stick in her mind.
“Ashton,” she said. “I like Ashton.”
“Ashton?” asked Bog King. “Hm, I don’t know. I still like Bog Prince better. But I suppose Ashton Prince is good to.”
“Your majesties?” asked the midwife, holding a piece of paper and a quill. “I’m just writing up the royal birth certificate. Is that name finale?”
“Yes,” said Marianne. “Ashton Prince 1st.”

Description
After their wedding Marianne and Bog King were looking forward to their honey-moon. Marianne always wanted to see the world and that’s what Bog planned to do for his bride. Together the newlyweds travelled through the forests, above the mountains, right up to the coast. They would spend their days exploring and their nights in a warm embrace. It was truly the adventure of a life time and there was no one else Marianne would rather share it with.

The honey-moon lasted up to a month before they finally returned home to their kingdoms and their family. It wasn’t long after returning that Marianne started being sick. She thought it as something they ate on their travels and shook it off as nothing. But as it continued Bog finally made her go see Sugar Plum Fairy. Maybe she would have a potion to help her feel better until whatever illness she had passed. But things were not that simple.

The Sugar Plum Fairy smiled in a motherly way when she told the pair they were going to have a child. Marianne and Bog King were, naturally, shocked at first. But after they got used to the idea of parenthood they were so happy. They couldn’t wait to become parents. Everyone else was happy too, especially Griselda, who had been waiting years for a grandchild. For the next few months Griselda was none stop knitting toys and baby clothes, both in pink and blue.

Finally, after about a year of pregnancy, the day arrived. Marianne woke to cramps in the early hours of the morning and she woke Bog.
“Bog? Bog!” she said, shaking him.
“Hm? What?” asked Bog, still half asleep. “Marianne? What is it?”
“I think the baby’s coming.”
At that Bog King sat straight up, staring at her.
“What?! N-now?!” he cried.
“I think so,” said Marianne, rubbing her belly. “My stomach is starting to hurt-Ah!”
“Okay, okay, hold on. Don’t panic. I’ll go get help. It’ll only take a moment.”

Bog King called for the healers and the midwife who arrived within fifteen minutes. The next eight hours were hell. Marianne had to go through the pains of child labour and the annoyance of the midwife and the other healers running around, getting ready for the birth itself. Marianne’s only comfort was that they allowed Bog King to stay with her, to comfort her and help her sit up when it was time to push.
“Okay, almost there!” said the midwife. “Just a few more pushes!”
Marianne gritted her teeth as she pushed hard, gripping Bog King’s hand, with her face soaked with sweat and tears. She pushed as hard as she could for as long as she could before she fell back, panting in exhaustion. Bog King smiled and wiped her forehead with a wet cloth.
“You’re doing really well, my darling.” said Bog.
“Oh God, this hurts!” cried Marianne. “How much longer is this going to take?!”
“Don’t worry, your highness, it’s on its way,” said the midwife. “Just one more push.”
“I can’t! I can’t do it anymore!”
“Yes you can,” said Bog King. “Come on, tough girl, just a little more!”
Marianne took some breaths and pushed again. Even though she pushed with all her might it wasn’t enough. She was too tired.
“Nothing’s happening, you need to push harder!” said the midwife.
“I can’t! I can’t!” sobbed Marianne.
“You can!” said Bog King. “Please, Marianne!”

Marianne breathed again and pushed. She gave it all she had left, screaming at the top of her lungs. As Marianne’s scream died down it was replaced by a high pitched wailing. Marianne panted and opened her eyes. In the midwife’s arms lay a tiny baby goblin infant, the very image of its father, except with tiny green wrinkled wings peeking out from its back. Marianne stared at it, fresh tears falling from her eyes as she broke into a smile, all the pain forgotten.
“Congratulations,” smiled the midwife. “It’s a boy.”

“A boy,” smiled Bog King. “It’s a boy, Marianne! Our son!”
Marianne smiled at him and he smiled back, both sharing a keep kiss and pressing their foreheads together. The midwife cleaned up the new prince, wrapped him in a blanket and passed him to Marianne. Marianne took him and cradled her son close to her chest. Her son. Those words sounded so strange. But in a good way.
The new born rubbed its eyes and blinked them open, staring up at Marianne with big brown eyes. Marianne smiled down at him.

“Well hello there,” said Marianne. “I’m your mommy. And look, that’s your daddy, see?”
Bog King chuckled and stroked the child’s head. Even the almighty Bog King had a tear in his eye, though Marianne said nothing. The baby turned his attention to his father, taking hold of his finger and gripping it tightly.
“Hello son,” he said. “Oh, he’s so beautiful, Marianne, and so strong. You certainly take after your mother, son.”
The baby yawn, cooing a little, and Marianne giggled. He was so cute, the cutest little baby there ever was. And he was theirs, Marianne’s and Bog’s, their little cute baby prince.
“We still got to name him.” said Marianne.
“Oh, yes, of course,” said Bog King. “Um……Bog Prince 2nd?”
“Seriously?”
“Fine, then you pick, if you can do better.”

Marianne rolled her eyes and looked back down at him. All the while the prince looked from his mother to his father, trying to figure who these people were and why they were looking at him like that. Everything was new to him and Marianne couldn’t wait to show him the world he would grow up in. After thinking for a short while one name seemed to stick in her mind.
“Ashton,” she said. “I like Ashton.”
“Ashton?” asked Bog King. “Hm, I don’t know. I still like Bog Prince better. But I suppose Ashton Prince is good to.”
“Your majesties?” asked the midwife, holding a piece of paper and a quill. “I’m just writing up the royal birth certificate. Is that name finale?”
“Yes,” said Marianne. “Ashton Prince 1st.”