"We could be the fun aunt and uncle to William's children," Benedict commented, his wife snapped out of her thoughts and pulled away from their hug to look at him. "You know, the kind that gives them anything that involves sugar whenever their parents tell us not to."
"That sounds fun," she chuckled. "We could let them play in the mud too!"
"I believe every child has to get dirty while playing with mud at some point in their lives," he said, and sighed when he noticed his wife trying not to laugh. "Let me guess... You have never touched mud."
"Do you really think my mother would ever let me play with mud?" She asked, and he scoffed. However, she sighed contently at a memory that came to her mind. "However, I visited an orphanage once, just when it stopped raining... I saw children jumping on every puddle of mud they could find... Their clothes and skin were so stained and dirty, but the look of joy on their faces was priceless."
"Sounds like a wonderful sight," he nodded with a small smile and looked out the window. "Speaking of a wonderful sight... I think we have arrived."
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Whitehaven Castle, Cumberland
The Duke of Cumberland and the Duke of Clarence were having a nice conversation outside in the back of the garden. A conversation about their lives, and how much Ernest's was going to change now that Frederica is pregnant with his child.
"I have been to battle, I have seen the horrors of men dying... I was almost killed," Ernest said with sincerity. "How come I am more terrified about becoming a father?"
"It is normal, Brother," William nodded. "I felt the same thing before little George was born. And before Henry, and before Sophia. I felt it all those times."
"We did not exactly had the best example either," Ernest stated. "He gave us titles and sent us to another country because his wife couldn't bear the sight of us."
"I will not justify our father's actions because I went through the same as you, and I understand what you mean," he said and placed his hand on his brother's shoulder. "But you are a good man, Ernest. And a good husband. I dare to say, you are even better than our father... And you will be a greater father for your child."
"Thank you, Brother," Ernest nodded gratefully as William patted his back with a smile on his face. 
"Your Graces!" A maid jogged to their side and spoke through heavy breaths. "A few carriages have arrived."
"Were you expecting anyone?" William asked his brother, who shook his head in denial.
"Thank you. Inform the Duchess and Mrs. Jordan of their arrival. And, uh, please have some tea ready for our guests. We'll take care of them," Ernest told the maid, who immediately nodded and jogged away from them. "Who could it be?"
"Could it be George?" The Duke of Clarence suggested as the two brothers started to walk towards the entrance of the castle. "Wait. It couldn't be him. Given everything that's happening outside the United Kingdom, I do not see how he would have time for a visit."
"Is it the Queen?" He asked with a smirk, and his brother scoffed.
"Her Majesty is the last person on Earth who would give us a visit," he replied, and Ernest chuckled. "Must be someone else."