Lucille

“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Queen Anne said. “You look lovely.” Her bright stare was upon me. She looked striking in her bright blue pantsuit. Her customary string of pearls was in place, and a pair of reading spectacles sat perched on the end of her nose.

Smiling, I thanked her. There were still few outwardly signs that I was with child. The soreness of my breasts, increased libido, and periodic bouts of nausea ...