155 Even prenatal care is allowed, but gaining weight is out of the question!
The next morning, Roswiser stood on the balcony, gazing into the back courtyard of the Holy Temple.
Noia and Moon were having a snowball fight with the maids, their faces painted with innocent, joyful smiles.
Meanwhile, the Queen, stuck in her room, could only watch this scene in silence.
Sigh.
In the past, when others dragged her into a snowball fight, she would snub them;
Now that she wanted to join, she couldn’t even step out of the Holy Temple’s gates.
d*mn it, it’s all Leon Casmod’s fault.
If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t be pregnant; and if she weren’t pregnant, she wouldn’t be cooped up in the Holy Temple with the head maid during this beautiful winter.
Roswiser fumed, thinking that if she ever got out, she would definitely build a snowman named Leon, and once it was done, she’d kick it to smithereens—squash it like the little snowball it was!
Ah~
Just the thought of it was so satisfying.
Roswiser closed her eyes and imagined that scene, her mood instantly lifting a bit.
But speaking of Leon, she hadn’t seen him all morning. Where could he be, cooking up some mischievous plot?
Just then, she heard the door stir.
There were several footsteps—about three people, it seemed.
Roswiser walked towards the door, and indeed, besides Leon and Anna, there was another lady from the maid group.
Her name was Milan, a sweet and thoughtful girl.
Before Roswiser could even ask what they were doing, Anna approached with a registration form in hand, an expression of guilt plastered on her face.
“Your Majesty, I didn’t realize you wanted to do yoga all along. It was my oversight, and I failed to consider your needs.”
Roswiser blinked in confusion. “When did I say I wanted to do yoga?”
“Hmm? Don’t you remember, Your Majesty? You signed up for a prenatal yoga class when you and His Royal Highness visited Sky City a while back?”
Saying this, Anna handed over the registration form. “I checked the date—it should have been when you were two months pregnant, right?”
“Ah… Well… but this—”
“Looks like His Royal Highness wasn’t wrong—husbands really do know their wives best.”
Anna’s tone held a hint of envy, yeah, and a smidge of frustration from being just a maid.
No matter how much she cared for the Queen, it couldn’t compare to what the Queen’s spouse understood about her~
Roswiser narrowed her eyes, mulling over Anna’s remark about “His Royal Highness wasn’t wrong.”
What crazy nonsense is that dog man up to now?!
She glanced sideways at Leon.
The Dragon Slayer was standing there with his arms crossed, clearly enjoying the show.
Oh great, Casmod, so this is your way of admitting you’re stirring up trouble, huh?
Just wait till tonight, I’ll seal that mouth of yours!
“Ever since Your Majesty started prenatal care, all the important matters of our Silver Dragon Clan have been delegated to me. His Royal Highness told me this morning he didn’t bring up yoga because he didn’t want to overwhelm me,” Anna explained.
“But Your Majesty, no matter how busy I am, I won’t overlook your needs, so please don’t hesitate to let me know.”
“When His Royal Highness mentioned yoga, I immediately thought of Milan. She has years of yoga experience before joining our maid group, so she can definitely meet Your Majesty’s needs.”
“Given that the journey to Sky City isn’t short and it’s currently winter, Anna thought learning at home is a great alternative.”
In certain intimate matters, Anna certainly didn’t know the Queen as well as Leon, “the husband.”
But if she were assigned a task, she would carry it out flawlessly, leaving no room for critique.
That’s why she stood out among the excellent maids to become the head maid.
Milan took a step forward, bowed her head, and performed the appropriate salute, saying, “It’s an honor to learn yoga together with Your Majesty.”
“Well, Your Majesty, how do you feel about this?” Anna asked.
How do I feel?
Do I even need to think about it?
I could guess with my knees that this was all Leon the Dog Man’s scheme to keep messing with me.
Of course, Roswiser understood that Leon had reasons for wanting to mess with her. She had been bossing him around, tormenting him, using her pregnancy as an excuse, and this was just his way of getting back at her.
But Leon wasn’t devoid of a bottom line—he wouldn’t use common methods of revenge on a pregnant woman, so he resorted to this clever tactic.
He could say, “I’m doing this all for your good, dear wife!” or backtrack with “Wah, dear wife, you don’t understand my heart!”
Let’s just live together in peace, one silent day after another.
Roswiser initially wanted to refuse Anna’s suggestion.
But then she thought, if she actually turned down the yoga lessons, her prenatal lifestyle would become “eat-eat-eat-sleep-sleep-sleep.”
Such laziness would certainly lead to a significant weight gain.
She remembered how after giving birth to Noia and Moon, her weight had played a ridiculously awkward joke on her.
While the maids thought the slightly plump Queen was even more beautiful than before, maybe because, well, they weren’t the ones carrying that extra weight.
It took her immense effort to return to her current figure.
Roswiser had no wish to go through that ordeal again.
So… she agreed to Leon this time.
Let’s do yoga and keep this body in shape!
“Alright, thank you for your effort, Anna,” Roswiser said.
“Not at all, Your Majesty! Please let me know if you have any needs in the future.”
“Hmm, got it.”
Anna nodded. “I won’t disturb Your Majesty and His Royal Highness any longer. Milan, please coordinate the class schedule with Her Majesty—make sure there are no mistakes.”
“Yes, Head Maid.” Milan nodded.
After giving her instructions, Anna confidently left.
See, Leon knew his plan worked; he settled down to observe like a good student.
Roswiser shot him a glance, but with others around, it wasn’t the time for a verbal duel.
Besides, Milan might misinterpret it as flirtation.
Better to wait until it was just the two of them to interrogate her captive properly.
Roswiser turned her gaze back to Milan.
“Shall we start now?” she asked.
“Of course, Your Majesty.”
With that, Milan turned to the door and returned with two yoga mats.
One black, one blue.
Well-prepared indeed.
Milan laid out the yoga mats and looked up with a smile. “Which color do you prefer, Your Majesty?”
“Black, please.”
She indeed loved the color black.
Leon knew that too.
Back when they practiced harmony for Noia’s entrance exam at Saint His Academy, they had looked at each other’s hair colors and said “silver” and “black.”
But it didn’t mean much—just a coincidence, or at least that’s what Leon and Roswiser always thought.
After selecting the mats, Milan asked, “Your Majesty, do you have any form-fitting, breathable pants?”
“Ah, yes, I’ll change.”
Roswiser opened her wardrobe and took out a sports tank top and a pair of yoga-friendly pants.
After changing, her silver hair swung back in a ponytail, bobbing with her every move.
Her alluring legs were hugged by the fitted pants, capturing attention, and her slightly rounded belly didn’t detract from her overall allure; she still looked stunning, curvy in all the right places.
This time, unlike her sporty look from the previous athletic meet, Roswiser seemed to radiate even more sensuality.
Leon watched quietly from the side.
Normally, he could pick out all the tiny flaws of that Mother Dragon.
But he had no complaints about her figure or looks.
The couple actually had that in common.
After all, Roswiser had said “What a handsome man!” the first time she saw Leon in the dungeon.
Case closed—both of them were definitely visual snobs (not that they’d admit it).
Leon turned his gaze away, focusing elsewhere.
He did not wish to linger too much on Roswiser’s merits.
The yoga session began.
Leon let out a silent sigh of relief; finally, Roswiser had something to do, and he wouldn’t have to be her plaything anymore~
