Aira’s POV
Chione didn’t say a word about whatever Demetria had been talking about before as she doted on me, fixing my hair and makeup for dinner. I decided not to ask. She truly cared about me and didn’t want Snow to suffer, should I get too upset, so I didn’t press.
I looked in the mirror as she styled my hair in an updo with delicate tendrils around the nape of my neck. I tried to imagine what all the talk could be about. Yes, I was technically pregnant out of wedlock, but what difference did that make if I was about to marry the child’s father, my mate? I supposed royals were held to higher standards than everyone else.
She seemed to sense my unease. “Milady, please, you mustn’t worry about relentless gossip. Even worrying about it might cause harm to your child. Think instead of K
