“Welcome to our palace, Queen Marjorie.”
I examined the newest queen of Malda. Lydia. She was young, like myself. She was beautiful. She was too innocent for a man like King Nason. She was shy and timid, keeping her head low, and carefully selecting her choice of words. She was already with child as well. Perhaps that is why they married in the first place ? To secure an heir since the first queen could not have children? I wondered.
“Thank you. It's lovely to be here. Congratulations on the little one on the way,” I said with a smile to Lydia. “May he or she be bright and beautiful.”
She looked down at her swollen belly and gave a nervous chuckle. Her eyes told me that she didn't want my well wishes.
“Thank you. The baby will surely be here any day now,” she mumbled. “Any day.”
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