Greed

31 March, 1371. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten

Celia sat on a seat at the edge of the training ground, enjoying the sun's warmth on her face. She was watching the stately lines of knights on horseback as they practiced a manoeuvre. She bounced an animated Gabriel on her lap, his giggles making her laugh.

The tiny boy's attention was firmly fixed on the knights. He clapped his dimpled hands and cooed with excitement as he watched them move in rows.

Lucas was sitting next to them both with a book of records on his lap. For all intents and purposes, he was briefing his queen on reports from the local village mayors, confirming how the spring sowing season had started.

In reality, it was as close as the three of them could come to spending time together as a family, outside of Gabriel's nursery.

The four of us, Celia corrected herself as she felt a firm little kick in her belly.