A/N- Ok, first new chapter. This one will be short. Go easy on me since it has been like 3 years since I've written anything on this story :P

Surprise

When she wasn't sneaking away for romantic liaisons with Salomon, Fallon managed to create some semblance of normal life for herself at Castle Dor. She walked the halls, examining any intriguing paintings or other works of art she came across. Occasionally, she found time to chat with Bragnae, but the elderly maid was usually occupied. When she'd exhausted every corridor of the castle, Fallon took to exploring the grounds and surrounding lands. She surprised herself by how she had fallen into a somewhat pleasant life there.

Of course, things never seemed to be simple. She had been expecting her monthly flux over two weeks ago. She was almost never late. It wasn't certain yet, but she knew. Fallon placed a hand on her still flat belly. In her was a king's child. An illegitimate one, but still. If she wasn't so worried she might be excited. But she couldn't stop wondering whether or not Salomon would be happy she was having his child. It would certainly cause somewhat of a disturbance. While Gwen had coldly ignored their affair lately, Fallon couldn't imagine the queen would be able to ignore it when the king's illegitimate child was running around the castle.

In fact, Gwen's icy acceptance of her and Salomon's affair was quite unsettling in itself. While the two lovers still made an effort to be discreet, it almost seemed that there was no need. Salomon told Fallon that after a few enraged outbursts when the affair first began, Gwen had stopped referring to his midnight trysts. Fallon was not easily fooled. She still knew she was the object of Gwen's hatred. She could see it in those icy blue eyes whenever they were in a room together. Gwen might pretend to accept that her husband had a mistress, but Fallon felt that a storm was brewing. Salomon did his best to ease her worries, but it was to no avail. And a baby would complicate things much much more.

Fallon sighed. There's no use crying over spilt milk. A baby was coming whether they liked it or not, and she was telling Salomon about it tonight. He had asked to meet her expecting a passionate night with nothing on his mind but love making. She almost smiled as she thought, He's in for a surprise.

Salomon blissfully made his way down into the depths of Castle Dor to the trapdoor that led him to his and Fallon's meeting place. It had been almost a week since he had been alone with her, and it was killing him. Tonight was much needed, for both of them. He had seen the tightness around Fallon's eyes, how her mouth seemed rather downturned lately. She was… stressed or upset about… something. It was probably the stress of being a king's mistress. As it did so often, guilt twisted his stomach. Fallon would ever be labeled as a king's whore because of him. He gritted his teeth in anger just thinking about what people were probably saying about her already. They had talked about it before, and she assured him she was fine, but still he worried. He hated that his love might be causing her grief. He would ask her about it tonight. But first he would take her in his arms and kiss all her worries away.

He grinned when he found her waiting for him beyond the trap door. Fallon returned his smile, but he saw the shadow of worry in her eyes. "Fallon," he said, taking her into his arms and kissing her brow, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Salomon," she murmured as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She leaned her head against his chest and sighed. He felt her body sag as if there was a heavy weight upon her, and his brow furrowed in confusion. This was not the reaction he'd expected from her at this meeting.

"Fallon?" he questioned, "Are you alright?"

She looked up at him and managed a nervous smile, "Yes, I'm fine." She stepped back and anxiously played with her fingers. He knew she wanted to say more, but she didn't.

Salomon chuckled softly. "Then why are you acting so strangely? You don't expect me to believe that everything is fine when you're acting like this, do you?"

Fallon smiled. "No, I guess not…."

"Well?"

"Well…." She grimaced, searching for words. Salomon was becoming as anxious as she was. "I… have something to tell you…. It's not that it's awful…. Well, it's just that…. Circumstances being as they are…."

He quickly covered her mouth with a kiss. "Now," he breathed when he finally pulled away from her, "Please calm down and just tell me what's wrong."

Fallon sighed heavily and nodded. "Well, Salomon, the thing is… I believe I'm with child."

Salomon opened his mouth to speak then closed it… then opened it again… and closed it. He didn't quite know what to say… or think, or feel. On one hand he was overjoyed. Fallon was going to have his child. He was going to be a father. He loved Fallon deeply and their child would be perfect. On the other hand, however, he was king and married to another woman. This child wouldn't be respected as a king's child should be. It would be viewed as a bastard. Nothing more. And gossip would be rampant in the castle when Fallon's belly began to grow. Gwen would be furious. That almost made him smile.

"My love," He finally whispered, wrapping her in a warm embrace, "Nothing would make me happier than to have a child with you." It wasn't a lie. If circumstances were different, nothing would stop him from shouting his joy all throughout Cornwall. If only. But he wouldn't let her see his sadness. "I am glad it's you who will bear my first child."

Miles away in Ireland, Lord Cynyr Ceinfarfog was at the docks preparing to board his ships with his men. It was time that Salomon of Cornwall was taught a lesson.