Dimitri POV
Queen Violette placed a comforting hand on Dimitri's shoulder--mostly to prevent him from bouncing off the walls of their medical center in the palace.
"Doctor Cadeau is excellent," she said. "If she insisted on seeing your wife alone, there's no need to fret as if you were twenty-five other than over two hundred years old."
A knot formed in Dimitri's stomach. "But why?"
Queen Violette shrugged. "When it comes to pregnant women, or possibly pregnant women, she likes to see them alone in private without the men hovering around."
He paced, his hands clasped behind his back. "And you encourage that?"
The pale walls of the medical center looked cold to him. The smells at least seemed welcoming. A bit of antiseptic, but some soothing scents as well.
