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The early morning was peaceful and quiet; entirely at odds with the twitchy sensations running through her mind. Around her embroidry frames and sewing baskets, the paraphenelia of a gossiping gaggle of ladies-in-waiting, became more distinct by the minute in the growing light. Many of the frames and baskets bore smallish pieces in various stages of completion - here a tiny chemise, there a silver-embroidered christening gown.
Never mind that the mother is supposed to sew her own child's gown, Rose reflected with growing ire. Moved by the same indefineable something that had driven her from her bed, Rose smoothed her hands over her abdomen, swollen and heavy now, to feel the baby she and her husband had so prayed for move within her. Smiling when the baby obliged her with a strong kick to the kidneys, Rose winced and waddled her way across the frigid floor of the solar to look out the windows into the city below.
Never mind that the mother is supposed to sew her own child's gown, Rose reflected with growing ire. Moved by the same indefineable something that had driven her from her bed, Rose smoothed her hands over her abdomen, swollen and heavy now, to feel the baby she and her husband had so prayed for move within her. Smiling when the baby obliged her with a strong kick to the kidneys, Rose winced and waddled her way across the frigid floor of the solar to look out the windows into the city below.