Chapter 13
Vienne
After Caulder declared that Brentley and Allera’s wedding would take place in four days’ time, the kingdom turned to planning the royal affair.
Meanwhile, I grew so heavy and awkward with pregnancy that every time I tried to help, someone would merely usher me to a chair so I could sit out of the way.
It was as humiliating as it was relieving. My ankles were so swollen it actually hurt to stand on them. Yet I craved involvement.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to help?” I nearly begged when the latest person—Allera—shooed me into a big, comfortable settee in the corner of the ballroom, where the reception after the wedding would take place.
“Yes, you can sit there and take a nap for me,” she instructed sternly.
I rolled my eyes. “Take your own nap.” My
