Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "That's oddly reassuring, coming from someone who talks like I might spontaneously combust if I stub a toe."
The physician gave him a look so dry it might as well have been flint. "You're an omega carrying the first imperial heir in a generation while tethered to the most possessive alpha the Empire has seen since the founding dynasty. I'd say combusting is low on the list of probable outcomes."
Gabriel snorted. "Charming."
The physician gave him a knowing look. "Do try not to gut a deputy in the next hearing just because he blinks too loudly."
"That happened already, immediately after my first day in the palace. I don't think it's the pregnancy."
The physician didn't miss a beat. "Then consider this your chance to blame it on the pregnancy. You'll be amazed what people will excuse when there's an heir involved."
Gabriel gave him a blank look. "You're weaponizing my womb."
