[Berkut's declaration that he would build the crib himself had come as a shock to many, even Rinea. In retrospect, no matter how brief the surprise had been, she knew that she shouldn't have felt it in the first place: A proud prince of the Empire was capable of anything, as he would say.
Carrying his child was an honor, but one that was accompanied by growing restrictions lest she hurt herself. Truthfully, she was beginning to grow restless. In such moments, she would seek her lord out for his company.
This time of day, he would be in the nursery . . .]
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Carrying his child was an honor, but one that was accompanied by growing restrictions lest she hurt herself. Truthfully, she was beginning to grow restless. In such moments, she would seek her lord out for his company.
This time of day, he would be in the nursery . . .]
Berkut, my lord. How are you feeling?