The royal spectators gasped as the wild horse the emperor was wrangling, nearly trampled him.
Indira dropped inelegantly into her seat. She still felt dizzy from watching her husband almost get trampled.
She snatched the fan from one of the fanning maids, and fanned herself vigorously.
Empress Er’Oria watched her daughter with muted amusement.
“And you say, you don’t love your husband” She stated as she continued watching her son-in-law wrangle the horse.
“Mother please. Not now” Indira huffed.
“You are in denial that your husband is the reason you are in such sweet chaos.”
Indira shook her head in exasperation.
“When you and husband welcomed me, I saw butterfly wings and bear paws.
“Aye ye know what that foretells: Love, love-child and danger. Danger to your emperor-husband”
Indira closed her eyes in despair.
“It is my most delicate decree, that you consummate your marriage without delay. I doubt you will forgive yourself, should he die without you bearing a love-heir for him. Who knows? Maybe your embrace will increase protection around him and inspire him to stay alive for you and the babe.”
“Be calm, Indira. I pray you and your husband will live long and be victorious. I merely ask that you do your part.”
“Yes, mother.” Indira sighed in concession.
November Writing Prompts: 1-Sweet chaos, 2-Butterfly wings and bear paws 29-A delicate decree