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The morning before the afternoon teatime with Rubiella's father . . .
Rubiella was back in her room and Annie was helping her out of her green dress.
"How was it, My Lady?" Annie asked.
Rubiella chuckled, remembering Hansel tied up and him moaning under her touch.
"Just perfect, Annie," Rubiella said.
"Shall I prepare a dress fitting for you, My Lady? In a month or two perhaps?" Annie asked.
"Dress fitting? What for?" Rubiella asked.
"My Lady, a pregnant woman needs to have new dresses made for her. The ones you have now will certainly not fit once the babe inside you grows," Annie said.
Rubiella's jaw dropped.
"I am most certainly not pregnant, Annie!" Rubiella said.
