THE ALPHA KING'S CLAIM
In haste, I cried out, waving my hand at her.
“I’m honored...to have you in my...giving birth, Your...Highness,” she huffed, sweating and turning pale from the pain she was feeling.
I slightly tipped my head. “The honor is mine, Theya. Uhm, is he or she your firstborn?”
She grimaced, but appeared enthusiastic to answer me.
“My firstborn, Your Highness. She’s my...precious princess.”
“Push, Theya, push!” Margaret shouted. She readied herself, palms up, to receive the babe. I realized then that the women here in this realm give birth in a similar fashion as the women on Earth. Nothing was out of the ordinary.