"What is it? Speak!" Drevon demanded.
"I-I cannot tell the due date," Celia replied shakily.
"What do you mean?" I asked, sitting up too fast, and everything spun, but Drevon held me steady.
"Careful," he scolded.
"Celia."
"T-The baby is not in position."
My blood ran cold. "I-If there's no due date, then..." I swallowed. "Is there something wrong?"
"Not entirely."
"I suggest you give me a more accurate response."
Celia took a sharp intake of breath. "There should be signs that the royal baby is close, but none are showing. Corvin and I already predicted the queen would give birth in 30 weeks."
"Then get Corvin here," Drevon ordered.
"Y-Yes, my liege." She hurried away.
"Don't worry. When Corvin comes, we can be sure."
"Drevon..." I held him tightly.
"It's going to be alright. There is no need to be scared."
He was calm about this, and I knew he was only that way so that I wouldn't panic.
"Dear goddess," The Dowager said worriedly.
