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In Xadaria, Astrid had been counting the days since Davies left her. Every day seemed like an amalgamation of the endless hours that she must spend. “How long will you take to return to me, my love?” worried Astrid upon settling on the throne. Since the day had been peaceful, she didn’t get to bicker with anyone or hear about anybody’s complaining. The inactivity of the day reminded her even further about the missing lover. “If you’d keep sulking like that, you’d earn laughter from the people present in the court,” suggested a cackling Stetson. Astrid pouted as she confessed, “How am I supposed to put up a strong front? It’s been days since he left. Now that I’m going to be a mother, I want him to accompany me. Moreover, I feel overwhelmed today. I fear that something wrong might h