Bianca
Isaac and I hadn’t been waiting for long before there was a knock on the door. A moment later, Clara swung the door open to reveal Ethan standing there with a folder tucked under his arm.
“Your Highnesses,” he said with a small bow and a smirk.
“Don’t start with that ‘Your Highness’ crap,” Isaac said, rolling his eyes. “Come in and sit down. We’ve got a lot to cover.”
Ethan grinned and took a seat across from us. “How’s palace life treating you, Bianca? Still adjusting to being royalty?”
“Still adjusting to being pregnant,” I corrected, shifting uncomfortably in my chair. I was feeling extra hormonal and angry, and it didn’t help any that my cravings were fierce today. All I could seem to think about was eating an entire f*****g pint of ice cream. But alas, when
