I groaned.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“Your favorite argument.”
“It is an excellent argument.”
“It is one argument.”
“It continues being correct.”
I slumped back in my chair.
“This child has betrayed me.”
“The child hasn’t even been born yet.”
“The child is already working against me.”
A laugh escaped him. Actual laughter, not one of the small amused sounds he usually tried to disguise as something else.
The warmth of it settled over the room immediately, and before I could stop it, I found myself smiling too. It felt like forever since we’d had a moment like this. Not as king and queen. Not as people carrying the weight of a prophecy, an assassination attempt, and an entire kingdom on our shoulders.
Just us.
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