It was afternoon now. The sun was bright, and the world looked like it had forgotten the rain. The wet scent in the air had faded, and the palace grounds were clean and still. The gardens outside glowed in soft light, and inside, the halls were quiet except for the distant shuffle of servants.
In her chambers, Tatiana stood before her mirror. She was alone. The sunlight from the tall window touched her face, but her attention was on her reflection. Beneath her silk dress, she had tucked soft clothes around her stomach. The shape made her look as if she were already months into her pregnancy. She turned sideways and placed her hands on the false swell, studying herself. Her eyes softened. Her lips curved into a faint smile. She rubbed the shape gently, imagining the life that would soon be real.
The door opened without a knock. Yelena stepped in, carrying a small tray with tea. She stopped when she saw Tatiana. A little smile touched Yelena's lips as she walked closer.
