CHAPTER 109
The kingdom had not felt this way in years. From the crowded market stalls to the open courtyards of the palace, laughter and chatter rippled freely, carried on the crisp wind that swept in from the northern hills. News of the King's decision had settled heavily at first, with doubt, with whispered suspicions but soon it transformed into a balm that healed the restless air.
Grace walked through the outer palace grounds, her steps measured, her face steady but softened. Around her, the guards greeted her with respect, and the servants lowered their heads in smiles rather than fear. Even the councilors, usually rigid in their scrutiny, now spoke with a little less sharpness in their tone. It was not only her decision to provide a future heir that pleased them, but also the way she had held the kingdom together despite trials.
