Pregnant

Prime Minister Bretianu stood before Crown Prince Edel, his expression a mixture of concern and exhaustion. "Your Highness, the reserves of materials in Romania need to be accelerated," Edel remarked, glancing over the documents in his hand that tracked the progress of material reserves. His tone conveyed his dissatisfaction.

"Your Highness," Bretianu began, "the outdoor temperature this winter has plummeted to more than ten degrees below zero, significantly reducing the efficiency of our workers. Additionally, due to a substantial increase in imports this year, our dock stevedores have been without a vacation for two months. Their efficiency has unfortunately declined, and currently, the throughput efficiency of the terminal can only reach..."

Prime Minister Bretianu's explanation was cut short by Edel's swift response. "Then increase the number of dockers and improve their treatment."

"Your Highness, the government has proposed this to the port companies, but most terminal operations are managed by private entities. We cannot compel them to increase manpower," Bretianu explained, outlining the challenges faced by the government. Indeed, the privatization of port operations was common, with companies purchasing parts of ports to handle loading and unloading independently.

In Romania, particularly at the largest and most advanced port of Constanta, eighteen private companies competed fiercely, each managing different segments of the civilian port. Their competition was intense, often resorting to unscrupulous tactics to outdo each other. Although this rivalry generally spurred benefits, it also presented significant challenges, especially when there was a sudden surge in port activity. These companies often lacked the financial resources to purchase large-scale machinery and equipment, relying heavily on manual labor which was insufficient to meet the increased volume of imports and exports.

Upon hearing the Prime Minister's reasons, Edel recognized the difficulty for the government to intervene directly. However, as Crown Prince, he had resources at his disposal that could address these issues indirectly through his subordinates, Miloc and Carust.

"Prime Minister, we need to expedite the purchase quantities," Edel said, recalling a past incident where Nigeria faced similar issues due to inadequate port throughput which resulted in materials being stranded at sea for an extended period.

As they discussed these logistical challenges, a knock on the door interrupted them. "Come in," Edel called out, pausing the discussion.

A guard entered with a joyful expression, approaching Edel to whisper some news. "Really?" Edel asked, seeking confirmation.

"Yes, Your Highness, Dr. Rodsk has already confirmed it," the guard replied with certainty.

Prime Minister Bretianu, observing the exchange, inquired, "Your Highness, may I know the news?"

Smiling, Edel responded, "Certainly, Prime Minister. Sophie Marie is pregnant. Dr. Rodsk confirmed she is over a month along."

"Your Highness, congratulations! You are going to be a father," Bretianu exclaimed with genuine happiness.

"Thank you, Prime Minister. I think we will end our discussion here for today. I find myself unable to focus on these matters now," Edel replied, his mind clearly elsewhere.

Bretianu nodded understandingly. "Of course, Your Highness. I recall when I first heard my wife was pregnant, I was even more overwhelmed. You should be with your wife at this time."

Heeding the advice, Edel quickly excused himself and hastened to his quarters, accompanied by the guard, eager to be by his wife's side.

Left alone, Prime Minister Bretianu prepared to leave, pondering the significance of the news in a country where the royal family still held considerable sway. The pregnancy of the crown prince's consort was sure to captivate the nation.

Upon reaching his room, Edel found his parents, King Carol and Queen Elizabeth, already there, comforting his wife, Sophie Marie, who lay in bed. Queen Elizabeth, noticing her son's arrival, chided him gently for not being more attentive.

"Edel, you should pay more attention to your wife. It was only because I had tea with Sophie Marie today and noticed her nausea that we called Dr. Rodsk to check on her," she admonished.

Sophie Marie quickly came to her husband's defense. "Mom, don't be too hard on Edel. He has many responsibilities, and I understand that."

Queen Elizabeth softened, turning to Sophie Marie. "Alright, I won't lecture him further. But now that you are pregnant, you must rest more."

"Of course, Mom," Sophie Marie agreed, smiling at her husband.

Queen Elizabeth then suggested she and the king should leave the young couple alone. "We'll leave you two to talk. Your father and I don't need to be escorted out."

With his parents gone, Edel approached Sophie Marie, taking her hand gently. "Thank you for your strength, Sophie," he said tenderly.

"It's no trouble at all. This is my duty as your wife," she replied, her face glowing with happiness.

Soon, the news of the crown prince and his consort's impending parenthood spread throughout Romania, bringing joy and celebration. Even the neighboring Austro-Hungarian Empire sent representatives to offer their congratulations and support to Princess Sophie Marie, underscoring the significance of this joyous event in the royal family's life.

As Edel and Sophie Marie continued their conversation, the room was filled with a gentle warmth, a stark contrast to the often cold and formal atmosphere of royal duties. Sophie Marie, with a hand resting lightly on her growing belly, looked up at Edel with a mixture of affection and concern in her eyes.

"Edel, do you ever worry about the changes our child will bring? Not just to our lives, but to the whole of Romania?" she asked, her voice tinged with both excitement and a hint of fear.

Edel took her hand in his, his expression serious yet reassuring. "Every child brings change, my love. But I believe our child will be a beacon of hope, a symbol of continuity and renewal for our nation. Besides," he added with a smile, "with you as their mother, how could they be anything but wonderful?"

Sophie Marie laughed softly, the sound like music in the quiet room. "I do hope they inherit your optimism and your strength," she said. "And perhaps a little of your stubbornness, for good measure."

Their laughter was interrupted by another knock at the door, more insistent this time. Edel sighed, a frown creasing his brow as he called out, "Enter."

The door opened to reveal a young page, breathless and slightly disheveled, as if he had run all the way from the other side of the palace. "Your Highness, forgive the interruption, but there is an urgent matter that requires your attention. It's about the grain supply negotiations with Hungary. There seems to have been a significant misunderstanding."

Edel stood, his duty as a leader momentarily overshadowing his role as a husband. "Thank you. I will come at once." He turned to Sophie Marie, his eyes apologetic. "Duty calls, my dear. I promise I'll return as soon as I can."

Sophie Marie nodded, understanding the weight of the responsibilities he carried. "Go, my love. Romania needs her prince. Just remember to take care of yourself as well."

With a final, lingering look at his wife, Edel left the room, his steps quick and determined.

As he walked briskly through the ornate hallways of the palace, Edel's mind raced with the potential implications of a grain supply issue. Romania's agricultural output was crucial not just for domestic consumption but also for maintaining political alliances and economic stability. A disruption could have far-reaching consequences, affecting everything from market prices to international relations.

Upon reaching the council room, Edel was greeted by a group of his top advisors, all wearing expressions of concern. The Minister of Agriculture, a middle-aged man with a reputation for his meticulous attention to detail, was the first to speak.

"Your Highness, the situation is more complicated than we initially anticipated. The Hungarian delegates have accused us of reneging on our promises, and they are threatening to halt all grain exports to Romania."

Edel listened intently, his mind working swiftly to untangle the knot of diplomatic and economic threads. "Have we not met the terms of our agreement?" he asked.

"It appears there has been a miscommunication regarding the quantities agreed upon," the minister replied. "Our negotiators understood one figure, while the Hungarians claim another was agreed upon."

"Then we must clarify this misunderstanding immediately," Edel decided. "Arrange a meeting with the Hungarian ambassador as soon as possible. And make sure our negotiators are prepared with all relevant documentation. We cannot afford a breakdown in relations over a miscommunication."

As the advisors scrambled to carry out his orders, Edel felt the weight of leadership heavy on his shoulders. The balance of maintaining a prosperous and stable Romania was a delicate one, and the stakes were always high. But as he thought of Sophie Marie and the child they would soon welcome, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. For them, and for all Romanians, he would strive to navigate these challenges with wisdom and courage.

Returning to Sophie Marie's side later that evening, Edel shared the complexities of the situation and the steps he had taken to resolve it. Sophie Marie listened, her expression one of admiration and concern.

"You carry so much, Edel," she said softly. "Just remember, you're not alone. We are in this together, for our future, and for Romania."

Edel took her hand, feeling the truth of her words. Together, they would face whatever challenges came their way, united by love and a shared commitment to their country.