While Rania and Elliot continued to go through the twelve gates of the guardians, and Zeid was busy planning out his infiltration to the Floating Kingdom, Azalea and Calum suffered the irritating persistence of the noble families asking them to produce a child. A whole month had passed and there was never a day that no one asked them when were they gonna have their first child. Even on a fine morning such as this day, the king was being pestered by his officials.
"Your highness, it's been a month and you have yet to consummate your marriage!" a beefy nobleman exclaimed in front of King Calum who lazily sat on his throne. They were in the throne room yet again for who knew how many times already. "If the current queen is not to your liking, perhaps we can arrange for another consort to warm your bed and produce an heir".
"Yes, that's right!" agreed another nobleman with him.
"We can recommend a couple of women for you to choose from," said another.
