If anyone ever tells you that royal palaces are calm, organized places where intelligent people handle crises with grace, please laugh in their face for me... cause am about to hold your hands when i tell you all about the time when i went into labor and caused a house crisis that was absolutely not necessary because there were literally many ways to go about it.
The moment the words "They are ready" left Ian's mouth, the entire palace lost whatever little dignity it had left...not that they had any in the start...but you know..
By the time Gavin carried me into the birthing chambers like I was a sacred, screaming artifact (i am) , servants were running in every direction, guards were colliding into each other, someone had started crying loudly for no reason, and I was still trying to convince everyone that this was a very dramatic misunderstanding.
"I am not in labor," I kept saying as they laid me down...i stood ten toes down on that resolution i was not in labor simple!
