LoVe iN ThE cLoUdS- FB-FWG 300 word flash fiction based on the picture below. Triggers- Infant death/death

As the daylight began to fade, the bells of the cathedral chatted with the town’s people, making them aware that the Princess would soon give birth to her first-born. A child truly conceived out of love, but a love shunned by the royal family. She was without a husband and no suitor worthy of her reachable for hundreds of miles. The fact hidden that the baby had a peasant for a father, a lowly farmer, from across the meadow.

The louder the chime, the more folks gathered on the hillside ready to welcome the one who would be as they and one day carry them through their hardships with an understanding of their truth.

The whispers amongst the people filled the air, no one would dare name the poppa though their suspicions were most likely correct. A young heart cannot hide its endearment but to reveal his identity would surely have him beheaded. 

The candlelight from atop the tower bled through the open window, the curtains blew outward from the night’s wind. A storm was brewing over the horizon, but the pending catastrophe could not be foretold. The excruciating pains of childbirth formed into torturous lengthy screams echoing from the castle.The crowd gasped at the sudden silence – A quiet so still and unnerving, there was no baby’s cry to interrupt it. The clouds formed a silhouette of a mother holding her newborn son.

Towards the back of the multitude, a young lad in his soil covered boots fell to his knees and weeped loudly realizing his one love had become two in the heavens. The town men rushed to his aide bringing him back to his feet, begging him to hide his woes, knowing he too would find his place in the sky should he continue on with his emotions.