"Well, my love, they do not have to rule a country and raise fourteen children." Laric came up from behind her, wrapping his arms around her and resting his own hands upon hers.
Illyria had a small, lopsided smile on her face as she continued to look down at Sheila and Darian playfully fighting with their practice swords in the courtyard below her window. "You, Husband, only have two children, until this one is born."
"Actually, I was counting my Ruling Council as the other twelve," he teased.