My body couldn't stand to go as deep as the Talokanil's. So I am relegated to staying in Namor's home in the caves.
He's with his people most of the time, and I'm with the assigned assistants and detailed security.
It's not that I don't like it here, but I miss my people. —Who are no longer my people.
The Talokan language is hard to learn, and I've outright refused to accept it. —Much to Namor's dismay and irritation.
He cannot be with me as I'd like, as we are still at war with the surface world.
I'm in bed twiddling my thumbs and recounting my life as it was. As it is now and how it will be in the future when we are at peace.
"How is my queen?"
Namor's voice is surprising yet welcome.
My swollen belly hinders my rise to greet him. He has to help me to a sitting position.
After a careful inspection of him, my king is tired and war-weary. He looks drained.
"Well, but bored," I reply.
"I'm sorry that I can't appease my queen with modern entertainment."
"My king's presence alone more than makes up for it," I say, kissing his hand.
The back of his hand strokes my cheek, and I lean into it, reveling in his touch.
"I love you."
"I love you more." He replies.
To be continued...