Lucretia was quick to usher her sister further into the den, a place that they could both relax into. Deathbelle had the feeling her sister and Shamyn intended fully on her sister falling asleep here after they talked. She couldn’t deny it was a good idea, her paws were already sore and a little swollen from the trip. This pregnancy was certainly wearing on her, however much she could find herself enjoying it. The Empress didn’t hesitate in making herself comfortable as Luce offered her another sweet concoction. It was no wonder she was gaining so much weight with the honey she was offered all too often.
"Tired, emotional, but I feel pretty good." She had been taking it mostly easy, slower patrols and maybe a couple less than normal. "Ashen is growing so much, its hard to keep up sometimes with the puppies and duties." She continued, finding herself transitioning to the topic she most needed to speak about with Luce. She’d talked to Seer, her closest and most trusted companion. It had been a tearful meeting, and she learned some things she hadn’t enjoyed, but his opinion was highly valued.
"I wonder, what you might think about a royal wedding."
"Speech"
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.
