Charles
Asher walked me down the hall to Amy's room. The guard knocked and opened the door. Though plain, her room was markedly different from the one where I had just spoken with Devin. There was a warmth to it, a subtle comfort that came from the softly crackling fire in the hearth and the contented expression on Amy's face. She sat in a well-worn chair, her hand resting gently on her swollen belly.
As I entered, Amy's eyes met mine, and she tried to stand and bow. I reached her and placed a hand on her shoulder, keeping her in her seat.
"Sit. This is a family visit."
"A-As you wish, Your Majesty."
I sat on the low cushion beside her and the fire.
"It's good to see you in good health," I said. "You're positively radiant, Amy."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," she smiled sweetly and
