Present Time
When she went down to the main hall, it was if all were aware of what had occurred the day before. She stood and looked around her at all the faces that were suddenly averted, feeling as if she were standing in the eye of a vortex.
She drew in a breath through her nose and lifted her chin, before heading to the kitchen. The chamber fell silent, a dozen voices caught, a dozen tongues stilled upon the moment that she entered. She felt her jaw tighten as she dragged her eyes along the line of women.
“Has the Lord Sevethen been given his breakfast?” She asked.
The tray was slid across the table surface to her.
“My Lady,” one of the women, bolder than those around her, spoke up. “Is it true? Was the babe born yesterday…?”
“The baby born yesterday was a dragon like my husband,” Yelena said through her teeth. “It is a time of celebration. His people are rare, and their ability to procreate amongst other peoples has long been wondered at.”