"Your majesty! We heard something last night, but your door was locked and we wondered if…" Evange Montgomery had burst into the royal bedchamber expecting to see the queen being held captive.
What he actually found was a man fitting the description of the one he'd been told to keep out of the castle lying in the queen's bed. They were completely naked from what he could tell, and cuddling up to each other.
"Yes, well, it's a bit late, isn't it, Evange?" Dove asked her guard captain drily. "Imagine if Roran was a real assassin. I'd have been dead in seconds."
"So then," Evange stuttered, "why did you ask us to keep him out of the castle?"
"We had a lover's tiff, I'm afraid," Dove sighed, "and it got blown way out of proportion."
"So…" Evange began, and then stopped.
"Off you go," Dove said gently. The guard captain turned and walked out, followed by his guards, still looking confused, as Dove turned to Roran.
"So," Roran growled, burying his face in Dove's neck, "if you need any help with this ruling business…"
"Your help is more than welcome," she finished for him. "That, and I'm pregnant."
"Oh!" he gasped. "When…when did that…."
"I found out yesterday. Theresa told me it was a boy." She smirked. "And I've already decided on a name. Logan."
Roran pulled the queen closer.
"Fine, but if we have a daughter I get to name her," he made her promise.
"What would you call her?" Dove asked.
"Valkyrie."