It was both a statement of pain and a protest to the world.
She hadn't even really done anything worthy of this! She'd behaved like a normal human being, walked around a little bit, and now she woke up exhausted, glued to her bed, with every part of her sore and heavy. It wasn't like the palace was physically draining, or that any of the people were working her like a dog.
She was still a princess in Sidera, after all, not a maid. She didn't do any heavy lifting.
There was, completely, no rational reason for her to be this weak and sore.
And yet, no matter how much she insisted, reasoned with, or shamed her body for this...
She was still painfully weak and tied.
She groaned in frustration, and weakly thumped the pillow with her hand in protest.
Darry reached up and sniffed at her hand, curious as to the point of her gesture.
He was hungry. She knew this because it was morning and her baby always ate in the morning, but he was being so polite about it. So good.
