'Can I tell you something?' Mrs Queen asked, holding her spoon down by her bowl on the New Years day at the Citadel, 'Please don't get mad....'
'You know I won't.' Mr King said, putting down the chicken drumstick and looking at Mrs Queen with all of her attention, 'Plus, you are always the mad one, hehehe...'
'Not Now...' Mrs Queen said, her eyes dotting from one point to the next in the room as her fingers whirled her shoulder-length hair into circles. To Mr King, this slightly shy version of Mrs Queen is just way too cute, 'I.....want to have a kid.'
'A kid?' Mr King's eyes widened, and his body tensed up briefly, 'Like.....a baby?'
'Yeah...' Mrs Queen lowered her head, 'I.....I am thinking of retiring after this war, passing the responsibilities of the Ten Fingers onto Wan Yi and Imogen.....so we can raise our kid.'
