The other women started to laugh as well, the relief on their faces obvious. No one was going to lose their head for making a nasty joke about their future king.
Unfortunately, laughing so hard and so suddenly, turned Celia's pain into a vicious knife stab. She gave a horrified little wail.
The eldest midwife gestured for the princess's maids to be dismissed from the chamber. The frightened trio all but ran out the door.
The crone then instructed that the princess should be hauled up from the bed and onto the floor.
A couple of moments later, Celia found herself standing upright and being propped by a stocky midwife on both sides, their arms around her waist.
"We're going to walk you around for a while, my lady." one of the women explained.