“That sounds like a terrible explanation.”
“It is an ordinary explanation,” he corrected. “That is what we need. We are not trying to convince the people determined to see the prophecy in every movement you make. We are giving everyone else a reasonable account of what happened.”
I looked down at the wedding dress still gathered around me. The bodice had been altered to fit perfectly. Lauren had worked for days to ensure it would not place unnecessary pressure on my stomach, and now we were considering blaming her work for my collapse.
“I don’t like using Lauren as part of a lie.”
“We will not blame her,” Thoren said. “The statement will say the dress became restrictive after a long day. No names. No accusations.”
“And the food?”
“Your blood sugar was low,” Kael reminded me. “That po
