(Third Person POV)
The air in the royal kitchens of the Royal Kingdom hummed with anticipation. Nine months into her pregnancy, Annaliz, the beloved Queen, was a picture of radiant motherhood. Her stomach, a soft, swelling mound of promise, seemed to radiate warmth, a beacon of life that lit up the entire castle. The little prince, as everyone whispered, was imminent.
Annaliz, a natural homemaker with a penchant for comfort food, was currently hunched over the stove, a spatula in her hand. The aroma of rich, gooey brownies filled the room, a familiar scent that brought a smile to everyone's faces, from the royal guards to the youngest kitchen apprentices. These weren't just brownies; they were Annaliz's signature creation, a secret recipe passed down through generations, and they were a
