The rocking chair where I sat in the nursery moved back and forth as I rocked, humming softly as I crocheted. I was determined to make a blanket, though the string of knots was not as straight of a line as I had hoped and looked more like a circle than I would care to admit. With a frustrated groan, I threw it on the ground, watching as the ball of yarn rolled across the floor and ran into a pair of men’s shoes as Delmare came into the room. Looking up, I watched the amusing look play across his features as he leaned down to pick up the ball of yarn. Chuckling, he wound the yarn back up as he came towards me, his eyes never leaving my face as he did.

“Why are you abusing your scarf?” He asked, picking it up off the floor and setting it on the table beside me.

“It’s supposed to be a blanket.” I groaned as I got up, Delmare trying to help me up before I waved him off. I was just pregnant, I wasn’t helpless. “I’m fine, thanks. How are the preparations for tomorrow coming? Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Everything’s going fine, you don’t need to do anything.” He replied with a smile.

“Oh,” I said, trying not to show my disappointment, “I guess I could sit here and fail at crocheting.”

“I think I have a better idea.”

“What’s your better idea?” I asked as I followed him into our room where he pulled out two sets of clothing, the fabric taught and dirty, completely the opposite of the clothing we were both currently wearing.

“I want to show you our kingdom through the eyes of our citizens.” He said, handing me a pair of clothes, thankfully he handed me a pair of pants, the band having a stretchy material at the top, reminding me of the maternity pants I had seen once when I wondered into the maternity aisle, “And I’d like to give you the tour without anyone recognizing us.”

“You’re going to have to do a whole lot more to disguise that handsome face of yours.” I replied, peeling my dress off and getting dressed in the clothes Delmare handed me, “No-one has seen me yet so you don’t have to worry about anyone recognizing me. But, how are you going to disguise your face and hair? Haven’t your people grown up with you, wouldn’t they know every inch of your face? What are we going to do if they ask us who we are?”

“I have everything covered. If someone asks us who we are we are Mr. and Mrs. Waters.” He smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt, “And if my face is a little dirty it will hide some of my features so hopefully no-one will recognize us.”

“Oh, we’re married are we?” I asked, picking up the dress off the floor as I hung it back in the closet.

“Yes, because no-one will question our relationship...