Chapter 397.2
These days, Dana’s mornings were filled with outings, not returning to the palace until late. Eugene supposed it was better for her mother to be occupied than stewing at home with worry about their family in the Holy City.
With a warm smile, Eugene suggested, “Tell them to simply ask me directly, Mom.”
“Oh, heavens no,” Dana chuckled, a hint of exasperation in her voice. “They’re relentless, a veritable swarm! It’s not just a few curious whispers.”
A knot of unease tightened in Eugene’s gut. She hadn’t realized there was such widespread interest. No one had approached her directly, likely out of a mix of intimidation and a cautious desire to avoid any misstep.
A subtle shift in the way people treated her had begun subtly after the news of her pregnancy. It transcended mere respect and obedience, morphing into a reverence bordering on religious devotion. It felt stifling, like being venerated by a gaggle of blind followers.
“I can’t divulge specifics, Mom,” Eugene began, her voice gentle, “but we’ll hear from our family before this dry season ends. This construction project is crucial for that.”
Dana’s eyes welled up momentarily before she grasped Eugene’s hand tightly. “Truly?”
Eugene squeezed her mother’s hand reassuringly. “Absolutely. So please, try not to fret.”
Seeing the flicker of relief in her mother’s eyes, Eugene felt a surge of pride. It warmed her to be the source of such comfort and reassurance.