Viola.

After two months of pure happiness, wrapped up in bliss with Mathew doting on me every second—cuddles, whispers, and that glow of early pregnancy—I decided to depend on myself a bit more, shake off the bubble.

To walk around the castle freely, check on the people as a real queen should, mingle and show my face.

Especially since I'd been sticking to the bed for those whole two months because Mathew insisted, all protective, saying the doctors ordered rest to keep things safe. ...