Bianca
By the time we left the great hall, my feet were killing me. The baby shower had gone on for hours, with the countless nobles and diplomats hanging around far longer than I’d expected. I’d danced, mingled, and smiled until my face hurt, all while balancing on heels that probably weren’t the smartest choice for a pregnant woman with swollen ankles.
Isaac walked beside me as we headed toward our chambers, his pace slowed to match mine as I shuffled along. He had his arm looped through mine, and I was grateful for his support.
“You look like you’re about to collapse,” he said, eyeing me with amusement. “Should I carry you?”
“Don’t you dare,” I muttered, even though the offer was admittedly rather tempting. “I can make it to my room just fine.”
“Suit yourself, darlin
