If it had been any other moron’s coronation, Anastasia would gladly have stayed in her chambers and passed. ( she’d loved a party before, but now they only made her anxious, and she could hardly enjoy it when her bump meant all her dresses looked ridiculous ) Her husband had left urgently to deal with matters back home, and left his pregnant wife all alone to fend off demanding nobles and advisers alike, and her usually thin patience was wavering considerably. But it was for Victor, so she’d suffer for as long as was polite before making her excuses. Luckily ( or quite unluckily depending on how you looked at it, Ana certainly didn’t feel fortunate for her secret to be out so publicly ), it was quite obvious she was with child now, despite never announcing it, so feigning tiredness would be fair enough.
“The last coronation I attended was my own I believe...” The blonde Queen murmured, glass of water disguising her frown for a moment as she sipped. “How long do they last now?”




