4 September, 1369. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten.
"My goodness, Your Grace. I've never seen such a head of hair on a lady before. It simply won't stop growing." Rae shook her head with an amazed smile as she ran a brush through Celia's freshly washed locks. "When my sister was with child, her hair actually started falling out by the handful."
Celia scrunched up her face and looked at her reflection in her dressing table mirror. "Ugh! I hope that doesn't end up happening to me!"
Her hair was so long now that she could sit on it if she wanted - a thick, glossy cascade of silvery blonde. Out of the many changes pregnancy had brought to her body, her lush mane of hair was one of her favourites.
Other changes though, she was far less secure about.