"I… promise," Fin said.
Yanarym squished Fin's cheek and forced herself not to squeeze the baby's cheeks too much. She just noticed but it somehow got chubbier…
'Is that normal?' She thought and looked at Fin with inquisitive eyes. 'She looked taller too, am I imagining things?'
"You said, you are the future King of Seerian, I thought what she wanted was not to allowed any woman on the throne?" Fin asked curiously.
"She? Who's she?"
Fin blinked, "It's nothing."
Yanarym giggled, "Why are you behaving like an adult?" She stood up. "Up we go now, we should hurry before the soup and other dishes turn cold."
