Harry's condition was getting better day by day. Even though he couldn't do strenuous activities, at least Harry could get out of bed without anyone's help.
That morning, as usual, Florence was busy preparing food for the two of them. Harry got out of bed slowly, his hand holding his stomach, which was hurting and still a little sore.
Harry's lips smiled to see Florence, who was busy at the dining table in the house's living room he lived in. In his heart, he said,
"Where there is a prince's wife like Florence, preparing food on her own without anyone's help, that is the work of the servants. If only they were in the palace, he would not let his wife who was heavily pregnant, do the work of a servant. Unfortunately, they had to be stranded in this remote place."
