What You Choose to Believe

24 October, 1370. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten.

Celia walked into her presence chamber after having spent a long, content afternoon in Gabriel's nursery. The tiny boy had recently learned to pull himself to his feet by grabbing onto things, but he wasn't confident enough to do the reverse yet.

The first time she'd seen him get stuck standing and unable to sit down again, she'd laughed until she'd cried. Now, she was happy to sit cross legged on the soft rugs and act as his support. She'd let Gabriel pull himself up and take wobbly steps while clinging to her.

He probably couldn't take quite as many steps as he wanted, because his mother was constantly kissing his gorgeous little face.