Celia looked around nervously and then said quietly, "I'm not feeling my best today, my lord. But I'll be alright. As you can imagine, missing my husband's celebrations wasn't an option."
She decided the best course of action was to say nothing until the king and queen did. And if they said nothing and it meant her waddling around with an enormous belly by year's end, feigning ignorance around everyone, so be it.
Celia tried to picture herself rounded and full, but couldn't. If anything, she knew she was even thinner than usual because of the nausea and there were slight hollows in her cheeks.
The nobleman nodded grimly. "No doubt. Perhaps you'll be allowed to retire early after the final course of the dinner has been brought out."
