EVIE
Her jaw slightly dropped as one Miteian raised his hand after another with questions that even she didn't know the answer to.
"Are you capable of carrying the King's heir, your Majesty? As far as we know, humans have frail bodies."
"How would you raise him as an Edinian, Your Majesty, if you've only stayed in Edin for less than a year? And you have lived in your world since you were born?"
They were using the proper greetings, but their statements reflected their lack of support for her as the King's wife. Or that's what Evie thought.
Taken aback, her hands clutched the hems of her skirt as she swallowed hard while looking at their frowning faces with their hands folded in front of their chests.
Her stomach hardened as she thought about how she had prepared for this day. And even went to extra lengths to inspire them to trust the King more.