Narator: (As you step into the Queen Quarters, the heavy aroma of burning incense mingles with the soft rustle of velvet curtains swaying gently in the draft. The grand canopy birthing bed dominates the room, its velvet curtains half-drawn, a symbol of authority and fragility. Shadows flicker along the pure white marble walls as the maids tending the needs for their 28 weeks expecting Young Queen.) Young Queen: "Ooohhff,... Aaahhff,..." She moaned and gasped. The sound of soft yet quite disturbing moans reverberates in the chamber, as the unknown number of unborn children squirming, kicking and thrashing around while vying for precious spaces inside her womb.

Young Queen: “Ahf,... hafh,... hafh,... They’re quite active today.” She said to her personal attendants and midwive, while caressing her enormously big and heavily distended pregnant belly that proudly jutting out from her slender and muscularly fit former knight body.