I was officially a human pincushion.
The bunny midwife had done a 'masterpiece' of a job stitching me up, but she'd also given me a list of rules that were basically a death sentence for my sanity.
Don't walk too fast. Don't lift anything heavier than a grape.
Maybe it's because back then, we were in a cave for the winter that she did not worry about me moving around, so she did not give me these instructions.
She must've heard by now how much of an active queen I was, haha.
Don't even think about sneezing.
"Come on! I'm the Queen," I grumbled, wincing as I tried to shift my hips on the silk-covered mattress. "I should be able to at least reach for my own water without four hands lunging for the cup."
"You are a Queen who just birthed the twins that are half sea, half land, Arinya," Thalor said, looking far too smug for a man who had been weeping like a fountain just days ago.
