Île de la Cité, Paris, Kingdom of the Franks
6 October 1151
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Eleanor, Duchess of Aquitaine and Queen of the Franks screamed in pain. She had to have been in labor for over eight hours now, and she was ready for it to be done. Unfortunately, the child still working its way out of her womb seemed to have other ideas. It was all Eleanor could do to keep from fainting as she gave another push.
“That's it...you’re doing very well, my lady,” Eleanor’s midwife, a portly middle aged woman with a pleasant demeanor, said as she poked her head up from between Eleanor’s legs, “Not too much longer and you’ll see your prince at last.”
With that, Eleanor collapsed back on the pillows of her bed, breathing heavily. Not too much longer...oh how she hoped, now more than ever, that this child was a boy. A third girl simply was not worth all of this, not after all the trouble that had been gone through to get her and Louis into bed again in the first place.
6 October 1151
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Eleanor, Duchess of Aquitaine and Queen of the Franks screamed in pain. She had to have been in labor for over eight hours now, and she was ready for it to be done. Unfortunately, the child still working its way out of her womb seemed to have other ideas. It was all Eleanor could do to keep from fainting as she gave another push.
“That's it...you’re doing very well, my lady,” Eleanor’s midwife, a portly middle aged woman with a pleasant demeanor, said as she poked her head up from between Eleanor’s legs, “Not too much longer and you’ll see your prince at last.”
With that, Eleanor collapsed back on the pillows of her bed, breathing heavily. Not too much longer...oh how she hoped, now more than ever, that this child was a boy. A third girl simply was not worth all of this, not after all the trouble that had been gone through to get her and Louis into bed again in the first place.
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