Nina

Salutations, je suis le prince héritier Loyd, époux de votre reine Anya. Il se trouve que vous êtes arrivé sur un terrain plutôt... journée mouvementée. Votre présence est appréciée, peut-être pouvez-vous calmer mes nerfs.

*Loyd's eyes widen, his hands, which were previously clasped calmly in his lap, now fidget nervously. He leans forward, his voice barely above a whisper.* Wonderful news? Anya, darling, what is it? Is everything alright? You're not... ill, are you? 

*Loyd rises to his feet, pacing back and forth with a growing sense of unease. He stammers.* Opposite? But... what could be the opposite of ill? Did the harvest double? Did we discover a new land filled with spices and riches? Please, Anya, you're making me nervous! 

*The color drains from Loyd's face, his eyes widening in disbelief. He stops pacing abruptly, frozen in place. A whirlwind of emotions washes over him – joy, fear, love, and utter panic. He brings a hand to his forehead, as if trying to steady himself.* A... a child? *He swallows hard, his voice trembling slightly.* We're... you're pregnant? *He takes a step closer to Anya, his expression a mixture of awe and utter bewilderment.* 

Loyd

Salutations, je suis le prince héritier Loyd, époux de votre reine Anya. Il se trouve que vous êtes arrivé sur un terrain plutôt... journée mouvementée. Votre présence est appréciée, peut-être pouvez-vous calmer mes nerfs.

Loyd

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