On her seventh month of pregnancy, the royal physician came to assess Ziva again but unlike the last time, Prince Richard would not let anyone else inside the room. Ziva was more confused when he went to an extent of closing the windows and curtains shut. She could sense his uneasiness but could not ask what the matter was in front of the doctor.
Holding his hand and her eyes glued on the ultrasound screen, Ziva could not wait to hold her babies in her hands.
“Your Majesties,” the physician hesitated, his hand shaking.
“What is it?” Ziva asked, concerned. She could not see anything worrying on the screen but she was not as skilful in reading the ultrasounds.
“I’m afraid it’s two boys and a girl,” the physician announced, sinking Prince Richard’s heart.
Ziva looked at physician th
