Seventy-Two:
Princess Ashden
George and I had kept to ourselves, not wanting to draw attention as Lancelot and Haven as they buried my brothers body. Although George had been brave enough to ask the servants to fetch us tea, and we were sitting out on the balcony with it. Mine, of course, was decaf. “Have you given any thought to what we should name our son?” he asked, looking at my stomach with a smile on his face.
I stared at him, surprised. “You know I hadn’t given much thought about it. I didn’t think that I would have time to plan, and with all of the running I wasn’t even sure that I would survive long enough to see him.” I placed my hand on my stomach, feeling content for the first time in a while. Even after all of the death and the destruction.
“Well you are,” he said, “whi
