"You... are with child."
"Ours," Avilyn said, tears pooling in her eyes as she felt mixed emotions. "I can't believe it! And we are to wed soon! Isn't it wonderful?"
The king just blinked his eyes a few times. He was silent as he blankly stared at Avilyn's stomach, unable to process what had happened just now. They are about to get married, but now she is pregnant, too?
"Aluxio?"
"Oh!" The king snapped out of his thoughts, now looking attentively at Avilyn. "Yes?"
Avilyn furrowed her brows. It was obvious that the king was distracted.
"Isn't it... exciting? We are to have a child—together."
"Ah, yes... wonderful indeed!"
'You say that—' Avilyn thought, feeling a soft pang of pain in her chest. '—but why does it feel like it doesn't?'