As days turned to weeks, and weeks into months, Wyleen had developed a routine to exercise lightly while she was expecting. Doing some tai chi in the morning, meditation in the evenings, and keeping moderate physical activity throughout the day without pushing herself too much. Though she was well prepared to usurp the kingdom she once hailed from, she was also a bit apprehensive. What if she failed? What if Champlyn was expecting her to come back, preparing all this time, having two years of preparation ahead of her? Meditating, she exhaled sharply with her thoughts; Katakuri took notice.
“What is it that is troubling you, dear?” Katakuri looked over to Wyleen from where he sat. In the study, Katakuri was mulling over maps and ocean charts, planning a course for his next stint out at sea
