Chapter 63: Dead Serious
Time flew by and soon it was dinner time. Madam Heidi had managed to clean me up before dinner starts. The salve could only do so much so Madam Heidi had to brush out my hair to hide out of the worst of the damage. She also did a heavy makeup which honestly didn’t feel like me but perhaps maybe that was what I needed to be able to get through this dinner if I was going to be sitting around a table filled with men that who only saw what they wanted to say instead of searching deep inside to look for the truth.
I sat at the dining table, ignoring the whole forced laughter and words of congratulations that were being thrown to Reagan and I after my father announced news of our pregnancy to the entire hall, boasting about a Westward being able to carry a strong Hawthrone line.
Reagan sat next to me with his face revealing nothing while his hands tightly held the goblet so that his grip seemed slightly excessive. He kept a blank face which suggested neither satisfaction nor displeasure about my father’s performance and the present situation.
I on the other hand knew I had a duty to play. I kept my face carefully composed, offering small and polite smiles for essential moments. My father continued to beam, relishing in the moment as though he were the one who was expecting.
"Congratulations Lord Reagan." One of the ladies of the court said, raising her goblet up to us, "I’m sure you and the princess will make a very beautiful baby."
"Yes, yes, yes!" My father boasted loudly, "Indeed they would, indeed!" He said drinking more from his goblet."
Reagan offered the woman a tight smile before reaching for his own goblet which he drank from his wine, simply offering the woman a tight smile but not saying anything else. His silence spoke volumes, it revealed everything even though everyone else is choosing to ignore it, all except me.
We were seated opposite Killian and my brother with his family. Amelia of course was oblivious to what was happening or maybe she was purposely doing it to avoid any trouble but there was a certain tension in the air and it felt like we were all puppets and my father was the puppeteer.
"So," My father suddenly asked, "Have you started thinking of baby names?"