Next day the healer came to see Tania. He examined her and said, "She is pregnant, Your Highness, and now that she is in her initial stages, it would be better that she doesn't travel at all."
Eltanin was on the top of the world. He wanted to roar out of happiness that his wife was pregnant. His face split into a wide grin as he looked at her lovingly. She had made him the happiest man in all of Araniea. He came to her and kissed on her head. "We are about to become parents, love!" He was going to double Fafnir's salary.
The healer saw the king and the queen, happy that the kingdom of Draka will soon see an heir after a very long period. So, in order to be even more cautious, he said, "You have to worry about her food. I will be sending a list of important food that needs to be in her diet. She cannot travel by carriages on bumpy roads. And you just can't take her out on tours with you. The queen has to stay within the kingdom and in the first three months, inside the palace."
This time Eltanin watched the healer speaking away with utter trepidation. He didn't know that a pregnant woman had to be guarded this well. And a pregnant woman like Tania? Gods above. She was hardly going to sit quietly. With a ragged breath he nodded at the healer. "You have to write all those instructions for me," he said. He wanted to say that it was Tania who needed to read them, but he stopped himself.
"I will, Your Highness," said the healer and then bowed to him before leaving.
Fafnir was impatient. He slept in the room next to Tabit's but it was impossible to sleep, knowing fully well that she was in the next room. Her scent wafted in the air and Fafnir struggled every second to be with her. Finally, when he couldn't bear it, he went to sit at the door outside her room. He leaned his back to it and closed his eyes. At least he was a little closer to her. His eyes went to the guards who were guarding the corridor. He had asked them not to be at her door. He just didn't trust anyone with his unclaimed mate.
Tabit, on the other hand, was tossing and turning on the bed. She felt that she had come to the same situation as she was in the past six days. What was the point of staying alone and suffering when she had come all the way to Draka only for him. She blew a strand of hair out of her face angrily and gritted her teeth. Suddenly, an idea struck her. She could sneak into Fafnir's room and maybe just talk to him for a little while.
She got up and picked up the candelabra that was on the table near the window and padded her way to the door. When she opened it, she stifled a shriek as she found a man tumbling back in the room.
He grunted and rubbed the back of his head. His eyes flew open only to find Tabit towering over him with horror in her eyes.
"Fafnir, what are you doing here?" she asked as she sat down beside him and examined his head that he was rubbing. And in doing so, her chest came near his face.
Fafnir stilled. He didn't know what to do, because she was wearing a nightgown with no laces. Her soft mounds were so near his face that he lifted his head up slightly to nuzzle in them. That action was more than enough for fog to wrap around his mind and he didn't ever want to leave this place.
"Calaman's horns!" she cried. "You got a small lump at the back of your head. Come in!" Saying that she nudged him to fold his legs. As soon as he did that, she closed the door. "Please come and lie on the bed so that I may attend to you."
Now General Fafnir was hardly feeling the pain at the back of his head because all his pain was somewhere in between his thighs.