The carriage slowly rolled to a stop before the royal palace, and Rosalind, who had been waiting patiently ever since word of their arrival reached her, could barely contain the excitement bubbling inside her.
The moment the horses settled and the coachman climbed down, she instinctively took a step forward as though she meant to run to them.
However, she caught herself almost immediately and placed a hand over the curve of her stomach, smiling to herself because she knew she could no longer throw caution to the wind.
She was heavily pregnant now, and as much as she wanted to rush into their arms, she had to think about the little life growing inside her.
The carriage door slowly opened, and King Adrian stepped down first before turning back to offer his hand to his wife.
Catarina accepted it with a warm smile, and he carefully helped her descend before Hannah emerged last, gracefully stepping onto the ground after them.
