ROYAL BLOOD
She gazed at it with a heart full of gladness, then slowly traced her fingers on the scroll.
"Tamina has been writing to me more often. Her pregnancy is almost due, and she wants us to pay her a visit." Amber said, a sly grin curling at the edge of her lips.
"The gods should shine their light on her, and she should bear a baby boy." Titran said, also climbing down from the bed, he glides across the room and grabs a cup made of brass, then pours himself some wine.
Amber trailed her eyes to where Titran stood.