After the day the Caracals arrived, things moved on smoothly. There were no threats to life and no threats to the folks of the West Way, and I had even created an audience room where the unsatisfied folks could bring their query.
Well, up until now, there's been no query, so I can relax.
I was sitting in the audience hall, my legs swinging carefree and my face resting on my elbow. This much is fine, I thought. A kingdom with no query means everything is working out, or that the little problems can be solved without the Queen's intervention.
I yawned.
But it's getting boring.
I looked down at my belly. It was way bigger. That's right, I was just 7 days away from delivery.
My husbands made sure to rub my belly, rub my feet cause it was always sore, my waist, my shoulders… I was never short of a massage expert in the last few days.
And then there were the days when we mated. Yeah, I knew it before cause I've been pregnant once, but gosh, why do pregnant women get so horny?
