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A R A B E L L A ' S P.O.V I stood in our room, anxiously pacing the room back and forth. We only wanted to go on a walk but instead were bombarded by Huxley and the rest of the advisors, who insisted that Hardin take instant action against the numerous threats the Palace has been receiving. Interrupting our morning wasn't even the worst part, it was the fact that they had kicked me out. Apparently it wasn't any place for a pregnant woman, and I stress the word woman very much. Huxley is a sexist pig of the highest order, who believes that a woman's place is to make her husband look good. Basically he treats me like a show pony. I can wave and smile to the masses but the once it gets the important stuff like attending meetings that concern the well being of my Kingdom, I'm locked