Guest Palace at Fenclade Palace
"It's the baby, isn't it? The baby's the reason I'm eating so much meat lately?" Vivianne asked, her tone a mix of amusement and disbelief. She rested one hand on her stomach while the midwife gently checked her pulse and the faint curve beneath her silk gown.
The midwife chuckled softly, her hands practiced and warm. "You have a very healthy baby, Your Grace," she said reassuringly. "And yes, it's normal to crave more protein. After all, your child carries the blood of a demon, and you yourself are a werewolf. That combination takes a lot of strength to nourish properly."
Vivianne sighed, glancing at the plate beside her bed, still heavy with roasted venison and a half-eaten steak. "I wasn't really used to eating this much meat," she admitted, brushing a strand of silver-white hair from her face. "Back in the empire, I preferred lighter meals, fruit, bread, and a bit of fish. But now I can't seem to stop thinking about grilled meat or stews."
