Dumbass

Once their talk finally ended, and Evie now returned to her subjects, the King and Queen remained in the tent.

"Husband mine," Beatrice whispered out softly as she held the king's gaze.

"My darling…" the king rubbed his forehead with his palm. Now it was just them both, there was no need for him to hide the weariness and worries that he had been holding back within himself earlier.

"I will go with Evie." she suddenly told him, and the king drew in a deep breath. He looked like he had already seen that coming. His wife was not a queen who would sit and hide in the palace. This had been proven time and again. "I want to protect Evie. Not just her, but our dearest grandchild too, Belial."

Belial knew how long Beatrice had been dreaming for a grandchild. When they found out that Evie was pregnant, Belial had seen how happy she was. She was almost as happy when she found out that she was pregnant with Gavrael back then.