Where are you wife ?

Elysia was bored.

Painfully, soul-scratchingly, about-to-set-things-on-fire bored.

She paced the length of her chambers for what had to be the hundredth time that morning, one hand resting lightly on her round belly, the other twitching with magic she was not supposed to use unless necessary.

The magic dampeners in the room hummed faintly above her, working overtime just to keep up with her nerves.

Where the hells was Malvoria?

Elysia had woken up alone. Again. A folded note on the pillow, a tray of fresh strawberries on the nightstand, a pair of warm slippers enchanted to float slightly so she wouldn't trip and yet no Malvoria.

She glared at the strawberries like they were to blame.

"I'm not eating you. You're a bribe."

The berries, of course, did not respond.