As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the city, the queen stood on the palace balcony, her breath visible in the chilly air. Her hand instinctively cradled her swollen belly, a gentle reminder to breathe deeply and calm her racing thoughts. The harsh winter and devastating famine had already taken a toll on the kingdom, but it was the tiny life growing inside her that filled her with worry.

Despite the reassurances from the physician and you, fears crept into her mind like unwanted shadows. What if the child was born weak and frail? What if the famine worsened, and they couldn't provide for their people? The thoughts swirled, a maddening storm she couldn't escape.

Just as she felt like she was drowning in her anxieties, the sound of footsteps broke the silence. She turned, her eyes locking onto the figure emerging from the shadows. A small, tentative smile played on her lips as she greeted you, her voice barely above a whisper.

"My king."