"How are you feeling?" the worry in Nee's voice was obvious. "You seem pale to me."
"I am fine!" replied Meliara. "If you ignore my annoyance with constant question on my health."
A few people tittered.
By now she was well into her pregnancy and seemed as if everyone surrounding was obsessed with her health. Which got very frustrating.
Nee and Bran, her sister-in-law and brother have decided to stay for the birth of their nephew and she was currently drinking tea with Nee and a bunch of other courties whose presence made Meliara feel uncomfortable.
"Have you seen Danric this morning?" inquired Nee.
"Actually, I haven't. I am not hungry, so why don't I look for him?" Mel quickly used the excuse to flee the company.
At first she wanted to go somewhere in the gardens of the castle, hopefully where there were no people to bother her, but Meliara decided the better of it. She indeed had not seen Danric since morning.
The king of Remalna was found on one of the many balconies of their apartment, reading a letter.
"Something interesting? I've been looking for you." Mel hugged her husband.
"Aren't you supposed to be enjoying the company of the ladies of the court?" he asked instead of replying.
"You try staying there for that long- they are constantly asking how I feel! It couldn't get more bothersome!"
"They mean well. Most of them at least," Vidanric entered the room adjacent to the balcony, "come here. About the letter, it is from my parents."
"Is everything all right?"
"Yes. They want to see the birth of their grandchild."
"Oh, so they are coming here?"
"Actually, they were thinking that we would go to Rensleaus. If your health allows it."
"Of course! I would love to go!"
"Because you want to prove that you are feeling fine or because you want to please my parents?"
"I want to go because I want to child to be born in his father's land!"
"Wonderful. So when are we taking of?"