Chapter 2
Royal Love
"Your Goodness, what should we do with Anthony?" Commander William asked, though Glinda corrected the Home Guard Commanding officer's rank in her response.
"Hang on Captain, I am busy," Lady Glinda wore a diamond studded blue gown with silver mesh puffy shoulders, and her pearl necklace. The roses as on her crown bloomed slowly as the sun rose up bringing morning to the land. She leaned over Anthony's still body, and placed her hand on his heart. Suddenly he jolted to life and was gently calmed by the mere presence of Lady Glinda Arduenna.
"Glinda, what happened? Where's Julia? Where's my staff?" I asked. My staff was across the room, dropped by my self when I fell to the floor.
"I can't yet say where Julia is, but Shelltergard Thropp is the one who brought you down with depression, and is also the one taking away people. You must remember Anthony, what did he say to you?" She persisted. Captain William looked around the room, thinking he heard something.
"I blacked out fairly quickly, but I remember hearing something about a stealing scimitar, or something like that I cant remember. Can I eat something Im starving," I answered. Glinda chuckled, and then stood up.
"Come we must return to Ozma, that fool who seeks destruction, will be hunting you," She picked me up still not quite back to normal yet and summoned her bright pink bubble and took us to the Emerald City.
Meanwhile in the Queen's Palace, Ozma and Evardo were creating quite the amount of heat in her chamber. They had both removed their ceremonial clothes, though Ozma of course kept her crown on. Ensured that her door was locked for privacy, Ozma let down her long mostly golden hair, but close to her roots it was brown. She took comfort and found passion in snuggling with her royal beloved husband.
"You are so beautiful my Queen," he whispered to her, putting his arm around her. Ozma suddenly got worried for some reason as his hand rested on her aching belly. The King felt something hit him. Out of surprise, he jerked his hand back.
"What is that Coleane? Are you, are you pregnant?" he asked, smiling ear to ear.
"Yes, it's a boy," Coleane Tip replied. The two were so happy about it that they embraced in eachothers warm arms, and with more happiness than is measurable, they kissed and kissed and kissed more! They spent the rest of the night thinking about what to call the heir to the throne, and in the morning, agreed to make a formal address to the people of her coming son.