It has been a few months, and Evie has spent most of her time in bed, only being allowed about forty minutes each day to move around. She was so bored out of her mind, and her only connection was through Renata, Cathy, and the girls, who would bring her stories of what was happening outside her pavilion as well as outside the palace.
Her stomach was now so big that she started waddling. Although it was hard, she enjoyed the pregnancy.
"Good morning, Your Highness. How are you both?" Cathy said, entering Evie's bedchamber. "We are both doing well," Evie responded, sitting up, breathing heavily. The slightest chore left her breathless now. "Any update? What is going on this morning outside?" Evie asked.
