Third-person narrative.
A hand over the growing mound on her stomach, Nala smiled as she watched herself in the mirror.
Four months into pregnancy as had its toils on her. She'd gained a few more pounds and fuller cheeks that made her face much more prominent.
Tyron had told her he thought she looked even more beautiful, and he looked like he meant it.
Asides from always needing help and the regular mood swings and sickness, she wouldn't deny the joy that came with feeling the baby's motion in her womb.
Nurturing a little life in her. Among all other joys, it sure did make the council members suddenly quiet. It seemed they had lost all reasons they had against her.
She was feeling super excited that morning because she would never have imagined that her life would turn out to be so
