"You saw me pregnant," Rafael said, dry, because if he didn't make it a little sharp, he would start feeling things in front of people, and that was unacceptable.
Philip, who had been standing near the doorway like he wasn't sure if breathing too loudly would get him executed, blinked at him.
"Yes," he said slowly, like he was replaying the last months in his head and realizing none of it had prepared him for this. "But… I don't think we processed it."
Bruno nodded once, solemn, as if confirming a military report. "Accurate."
Daniel's gaze was fixed on Natalie, his expression caught somewhere between awe and disbelief, like he expected her to vanish if he blinked wrong. "It's just…" he started, then stopped, because Daniel always tried to be the sensible one and was currently failing.
Rafael lifted a brow. "You processed me being an imperial secretary and surviving the court."
"That was terrifying," Philip said immediately.
