# Chapter 69: A New Princess Is Born
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 69 of *Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down*. This is one of those rare, tender chapters where the storm finally gives way to sunshine—where love, fear, and a brand-new little life collide in the most beautiful way. So grab a warm drink, settle in, and let’s step together into the snow-covered palace of Cosset, where a queen is about to bring a miracle into the world.
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The festival had come and gone like a fleeting dream. A few days after the celebrations, Cassian and Maya had left the palace, and for April, the vast halls suddenly felt quieter—emptier. Yet, in that stillness, there was also peace. Every servant, every guard, every noble who crossed her path treated her with such gentleness and care that she felt wrapped in warmth from all sides.
The seasons were changing, and so was April’s body. Her belly had grown round and full, and though moving had become a struggle, every little flutter and kick from the life inside her filled her with a joy that outweighed any discomfort. She would often rest her hands on her stomach, whispering promises to the child she had not yet met.
One chilly afternoon, April stood by the window, gazing out at the gardens now carpeted in white. Snow drifted down from a pale sky, painting the world in soft silence. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching until a warm blanket settled around her shoulders.
“It’s very cold,” Alessandro murmured, his voice gentle with concern. “You should dress a little more warmly.”
April turned to him, a soft smile on her lips. “I’m fine, I’m not cold.”
“You should still take care of yourself,” he insisted, his eyes filled with that familiar worry that had only grown stronger as her pregnancy advanced.
Before she could reply, a maid entered carrying a tray loaded with steaming hot chocolate and freshly baked cookies. The sweet aroma floated through the room, and April’s mouth watered instantly. Alessandro helped her to the table, and once the maid had set everything down and left, April fell upon the cookies like a hungry child.
Her happy expression as she ate stole Alessandro’s heart. He reached out and gently wiped crumbs from her cheek, a tender smile playing on his lips.
“Watching you eat is always a pleasure,” he said.
April narrowed her eyes playfully. “Are you making fun of me?”
He shook his head, his gaze soft. “I’m not making fun of you. For me, it is a real pleasure—because I can always see a beautiful smile drawn on your face. And there is nothing that makes me happier than seeing you smile.”
Her heart melted. “By your side, I always have reasons to smile. You make me very happy, Lessan.”
Just then—*ah!*—April let out a sharp cry of pain, her hand flying to her belly. Alessandro shot to his feet, panic flashing in his eyes. He grabbed her hand, his voice trembling.
“Is it time? Is the baby going to be born?”
April laughed at his exaggeration, caressing her belly gently. “I’m fine, Lessan. The time has not yet come.”
“But I heard you complaining of pain! Should I call the doctor? The midwife? The maids? I’ll call everyone!”
April took his face in her hands, forcing him to meet her eyes. “Don’t you dare.”
“But…”
“Lessan, the baby only kicked me. That’s why I complained. Lately, he moves a lot.”
“But what if it wasn’t just that?” he insisted, his brow furrowing. “What if our baby is going to be born?”
April couldn’t help but smile at his adorable panic. “When the time comes, you’ll know. Because not only will I complain—I’ll scream and howl in pain. Maybe I’ll even hit you and bite you if you’re near enough to relieve my pain. So stop exaggerating about everything.”
Alessandro still looked torn. “But if the doctor or the midwife were to check you—”
“If you continue with that annoying attitude,” April interrupted with a sly smile, “I won’t see you until after the birth.”
“What?”
“Lately, you’ve become a pain in the neck. If you don’t change your attitude, I’d rather be alone. It’s up to you.”
Alessandro opened his mouth, then closed it. He was still worried, deeply worried, but he knew that pushing any further would only make April angry. So he surrendered.
“Okay, I’ll change my attitude. But if the pain starts…”
“When that day comes, you’ll be the first to know,” she promised, patting his cheek.
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A few days later, in the dead of night, Alessandro woke with a jolt. Something hard had slammed into his face—a hand, an elbow, he couldn’t tell. He blinked in confusion, turning on a light and shaking his head, wondering who on earth had struck him.
Then he looked beside him.
April was pale, her face contorted in agony. Her nails dug deep into his arm as she grabbed him, her voice rising in a shrill, desperate cry.
“IT’S TIME! CALL WHOEVER YOU WANT!”
“What?!” Alessandro’s heart nearly stopped. “It’s time? Our baby is going to be born?”
“Yes! So call whoever you want—but do it NOW!”
Her words dissolved into a piercing scream of pain.
Alessandro yanked the ropes beside the bed, summoning the maids, all while trying to soothe her. “Calm down, my love. Everything will be fine.”
But the pain was already unbearable. April wanted to scream at him that this was only the beginning and she already felt like she was dying—but the words drowned in another cry of agony.
The maids rushed in moments later. Seeing the queen’s face twisted with pain, they sprang into action, sending word for the doctor, the midwife, and the attendants who would assist with the delivery.
Hot water was brought, blankets were laid out, and the room transformed into a battlefield of life. One maid turned to Alessandro, her tone firm but respectful.
“Your Majesty, you must leave the room.”
“I will not leave. She is suffering—do something to help her!”
“Pain is natural during childbirth. We will do everything we can to help her, but you must leave.”
“NO!”
The midwife entered and, seeing the king clinging to his queen, approached him with calm authority. “Your Majesty, you must leave.”
“I refuse to leave my wife alone—not now!”
“She is suffering, and you are only getting in the way. Leave.”
April, gasping between contractions, managed to whisper, “I’ll be fine, Lessan. Go.”
“But…”
The midwife cut in. “Your Majesty, this is not something a man should see. Please wait outside. We will take good care of the queen and the baby.”
He hated it. Every fiber of his being screamed to stay by her side. But he knew they were right. Reluctantly, he stepped out, his heart pounding against his ribs.
The hours crawled by like centuries. From behind the closed door, he could hear April’s screams—sharp, raw, relentless. Each cry carved into his chest. He paced back and forth, his hands clenched, his mind racing with terrifying possibilities.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He threw the door open.
The screams had stopped.
In their place, the thin, perfect cry of a newborn filled the air.
Alessandro stood frozen in the doorway. April lay on the bed, her face sweaty, her body exhausted. But cradled in her arms was a tiny, squirming bundle—their child. And despite her fatigue, her expression was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
She looked up at him with a sweet, weary smile. “Lessan… our daughter has already been born.”
Alessandro crossed the room in a daze. He looked at the baby, then at April, then back at the baby again, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. Finally, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to April’s forehead.
“You have done very well, my love. Thank you so much for this beautiful gift you have brought into the world.”
The midwife gently took the baby from April’s arms and turned to Alessandro. “Congratulations, Your Majesty. The queen has given birth to a princess.”
It didn’t surprise Alessandro at all. Throughout the entire pregnancy, April had insisted the baby was a girl—and now, here she was. A daughter. His daughter. He couldn’t keep the joy from flooding his heart.
The midwife cleaned the baby, wrapped her in a soft blanket, and asked, “Your Majesty, would you like to hold the princess?”
Alessandro nodded. The midwife carefully showed him how to hold her, then placed the tiny bundle in his arms.
The moment he felt the weight of that tiny being, the warmth of her, the flutter of her breath—he became the happiest man in the entire world. In that instant, he understood why April had smiled so mysteriously when he had held her before. This little girl had already wrapped herself around his heart.
He looked down at his daughter, his voice soft with promise. “Lissana. That will be your name.”
He turned to April. She smiled at the name, nodding gently. “That’s a good name. I like it.”
Alessandro’s eyes gleamed. “Lissana is the name of the crown princess.”
April’s eyes widened in surprise. In the kingdom of Laios, the throne passed to the firstborn regardless of gender, so long as they proved worthy. But here in the kingdom of Cosset, the old rule had favored the first male child. By naming their daughter crown princess, Alessandro was breaking tradition—and giving their daughter a future beyond what April had ever dared to hope.
Her heart swelled with joy.
The midwife gently took the princess back, her tone professional but warm. “Your Majesty, we are not finished yet. Please step outside for now.”
Alessandro had already seen with his own eyes that both mother and daughter were safe, so he didn’t argue this time. As he was led out again, he summoned a maid and gave the order.
“Announce to the kingdom: the queen has given birth. There is a new princess in the kingdom of Cosset—and her name is Lissana.”
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And just like that, a new chapter began. A tiny princess had arrived, carrying with her the promise of a brighter tomorrow, a legacy rewritten, and a love that would echo through the halls of the palace for generations to come.
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:**
Oh, my heart! This chapter was an emotional rollercoaster—from the quiet sweetness of hot chocolate and cookie crumbs to the frantic, nail-biting tension of childbirth. Alessandro’s panicked overprotectiveness was both humorous and endearing, and April’s playful teasing showed just how strong and mature their bond has become. But the real highlight was that moment when Alessandro first held Lissana and declared her crown princess. That was pure magic. A beautiful, heartfelt chapter that proves this story is about love as much as it is about revenge and redemption.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction:**
Now that Princess Lissana has been born and named crown princess, I predict the political landscape will shift dramatically. The announcement will surely reach enemies and allies alike—including those who once wronged April. The traitors who thought they had won may now realize that the bloodline of the true queen is secure, and a new power is rising in Cosset. I suspect April and Alessandro will enjoy a brief moment of peace, but dark clouds are already gathering. Someone from April's past may make a move, and little Lissana might become the target of those who fear what her future represents.
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