Sophia quickly realized her exuberant display and composed herself, realizing the weight of Ragnar's unspoken caution.
She stepped back, a mix of emotions crossing her face—joy, concern, and a newfound appreciation for the delicate balance of their situation.
"Oh, my dear brother, the soon-to-be father... he worries about his future child. Thank God, at last my child will be free from the responsibilities of inheriting the throne," Uzana chuckled mischievously.
"Hey! Don't start a quarrel on this important day, Uzana!" Ragnar reprimanded him.
Uzana raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, easy, no need to get worked up! Let's see who among us will have an alive offspring first before we decide who will inherit the title, alright? Deal?"
Sophia, caught in the lighthearted banter, joined in with a playful smile. "Well, if that's the case, may the best couple win the race of parenthood!"
Laughter filled the room as they shared in the playful jest.
