"Ah, there you are!"
King Darrinvale sat on his throne as Miselya and four others came before him some time later, bowing low and waiting for him to speak again. It was several moments before he did so, and when he did, Miselya already knew what he would say; they were to escort Lady Talimra to Isnoth so that she could report her findings on the dragon's rage to the guild there. Upon their safe return, they would be paid the customary 200 gold. He even offered their two newest companions, Gnolgmir and Ruric, positions as arbiters...
...but the gnome had declined, while the rogue had been too drunk to give a coherent response.
Here, Darrinvale dismissed the party to make preparations for their journey. Miselya, however, remained in her spot, her eyes fixed upon the ground. She stayed there until she heard Darrinvale clear his throat.
"Miselya? Is something wrong?" he asked. Hearing those words tore into the woman's heart, and she began to sob as she fell to the ground.
"Darrinvale... I--we... I mean... I'm..." she tried to say, but the words stuck in her throat. After several moments of her sobbing, she took off her copperish medallion and passed it to him, and as soon as he put it on, a singular thought from Miselya rang across his mind.
I'm pregnant, Darrinvale.