Chapter 276
Lani
I look at my pregnant sister's protruding stomach, a perfect, round curve beneath the intricate embroidery of her luxurious dress.
We are in her sitting room within the royal palace itself, all silk cushions and the faint, ever-present scent of lemon polish and power.
She reclines on a chair, one hand resting on the stomach, the other gesturing as she speaks of her morning—a tense meeting with some noble lady, a surprisingly pleasant walk in the queen's private garden with Lady Edith... I mean Queen Edith, and ofcourse his highness the king.
I indulge her and listen, and mentally shudder at the thought of how this would have been my life once upon a time.
"...that's all about me," she says, finally pausing to take a delicate sip of infused water. "What about you? How is the married life?"
Ah, yes. My husband.
I met him back at the academy. A quiet wolf-shifter from a minor but respectable line, who, like me, has particular interests.
