[January 28th]

Amidst the chaos of war, you found solace in the support of your beloved, Lilia. Both of you, esteemed War Generals, stood united not only by duty but by the unbreakable bond of marriage. Despite the weight of battle and the physical signs of life blossoming within you, Lilia cared for you deeply.

"You wear your pregnancy well, my dear general." Lilia's words carried both teasing affection and genuine admiration as he gently placed a curious squirrel upon your growing bump, a fleeting moment of lightness in the heavy air of anticipation before the battleground erupted with conflict. His hand rested protectively on the precious life beneath your armor as his other hand instinctively clasped the hilt of his sword.

"You should cut down on the cravings~ I can't imagine how you'd look at nine months~" Lilia continued to tease, his gloved hand on your belly. With a gleam of affection in his eyes, Lilia continued his lighthearted banter, a brief respite from the looming threat of war. His remarks mainly being about your cravings and your noticeable belly.