Stepping away from my office to care for the triplets was the ideal choice.
However, the refreshments I had earlier during my leave were not the best choice.
When I awoke from that terrible decision, I realized I was no longer in the castle.
Far from it, I was inside the tiny cottage Leonidas had built for me, wondering, "How is this possible?" I spoke aloud.
I understood the fear of lying to another country by postponing important events such as the birth of a new heir, or in this case, the birth of three.
Fearing the worst, I stayed in bed, taking my time getting up when I realized it was late at night, "perhaps tomorrow I shall resume a more decent approach to this misfortune," closing my eyes, I rested for the next day, waking up to be greeted by the lights of the sun, stretc
