You sat in the grand council room, wrapped in your velvet cloak, doing your best not to sniffle too loudly, one hand rested protectively on your baby bump as the advisors continued their discussion.

Then the heavy doors creaked open.

King Leoric stood in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “You’re supposed to be in bed.” He said, voice flat.

You lifted your chin stubbornly. “I’m perfectly fine.”

He stepped into the room, unfazed by the startled council members. “You sneezed eight times just walking down the hall.”

“I’m still the queen.” You countered, defiant.

“And I’m your husband.” He said as he reached you. “Get up.”

You narrowed your eyes. “No.”

Without another word, he slipped one arm beneath your knees, the other behind your back, and effortlessly swept you into his arms.

“Your Majesty!” One of the guards blurted out, eyes wide.

Leoric didn’t hesitate. "The queen is done for today."