Lian smiled as he spoke.
"Prince Vincent is in good health, and his luck is excellent as well."
His gaze shifted toward Vincent.
"Judging by his condition now, I don't think he'll be dealing with morning sickness all the way until the baby is born."
"That's wonderful."
Rory beamed at Vincent, genuinely relieved.
Vincent returned her smile.
Hidden deep within his eyes was a quiet anticipation that no one else could see.
The evening after tomorrow would be his turn to spend time with Rory.
With how much better he was feeling now, there would be no problem at all.
The thought inevitably drifted through his mind.
What kind of pajamas had Rory prepared for him?
The very idea was enough to make a beast look forward to the future.
After breakfast, Xarion found an opportunity to pull Rory aside when no one else was paying attention.
"Female Master."
The moment Rory saw his pitiful, aggrieved expression, she immediately knew this was about the gift.
