29 May, 1371. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten
Her pains started not long after her dinner had been served. They weren't terrible, just cramps rippling across her lower back. But she knew where the process would eventually take her.
"Really, little one? Couldn't you wait until tomorrow morning, so I could have some sleep tonight?" Celia sighed. "Or better yet, until the start of next month?"
She knew it wasn't going to happen, though. So she sat on her bed for a while, lost in thought and soaking in the last of the quiet. Once the midwives arrived, there would be nothing but a flurry of activity.
"Your Majesty, is everything well with you? Should I send the maids to fetch you any more food?" a voice trilled with false sweetness.
Celia looked over at Lady Emilie Granger, who stood at her doorway. Her ladies-in-waiting were all rostered so that each day, one of them would oversee the maids' care of her and ensure she was well fed.