"Hey hey, did you see? Her Majesty and the Prince Consort are working together over there!"

"Wow, really? I've never seen them sitting on the throne together before."

"Looks like we'll need to find a craftsman to make a bigger throne."

"When did this start? This morning?"

"Yeah, this morning. They've been stuck together all day! Ugh, I can't believe I only found out just before my shift ended! If I had known, I would have applied to do cleaning work at the sanctuary today—then I could have shipping them for hours!"

"..."

The maids hid in a corner of Silver Dragon Castle, secretly indulging in their favorite couple.

The chances of Her Majesty and the Prince Consort appearing together in the same scene weren’t actually very high. Most of the time, one was busy handling affairs in the sanctuary while the other was taking care of the children in the backyard.

But today, not only had they spent the entire day together, they were even working on official matters side by side.

Clearly, the relationship between Her Majesty and the Prince Consort was heating up, getting even closer!

Fans of the pair always manage to turn even the simplest scene into elaborate mental dramas filled with emotional intensity.

Whether Roswitha and Leon’s affection had deepened was beside the point—for sure, the throne beneath them had heated up.

Roswitha wasn’t wrong when she told that young maid earlier: they really should replace the throne with a bigger one.

In the corner, the maids continued secretly fangirling over their favorite couple, when suddenly they heard the voice of the head maid behind them.

"What are you all doing here instead of clocking out?"

"Head maid? Shhh~~" One of the younger maids made a hush gesture while beckoning Anna, who had arrived late, to come closer.

looking in the direction to which the young maid pointed. Almost immediately, her eyes widened in shock.

"They're sitting *that* close..." Anna muttered quietly, amazed.

"Head maid, you didn’t come to the sanctuary today? Is this the first time you’re seeing this too?" the young maid asked.

"Yeah, I was out inspecting the borders today; I just got back."

After a pause, the normally stern head maid muttered reluctantly, "If I had known, I would’ve stayed in the sanctuary today..."

The younger maids were instantly relieved.

They had worried Anna might scold them afterward for slacking off and obsessing over fanfiction-worthy moments. Who would’ve guessed that the head maid was actually their biggest shipper?

Maybe they should rename the Maid Squad altogether—something like "The Official Fan Club of Lady Melkevi and Lord Cosmod."

At this moment on the throne, Roswitha glanced out the window at the setting sun.

She put away the unfinished documents, adjusted her hair slightly, and said, "Let’s call it a day for now."

"Alright."

The two stood up together.

As Roswitha stretched slightly, her peripheral vision caught sight of the group huddled in the corner of the sanctuary.

The maids, realizing they’d been caught in the act, instantly scattered with lightning speed.

Only Anna remained frozen in place.

No—not... you guys escape way too skillfully! Surely, they must slack off often during work hours to secretly fangirl over the couple!

"Anna."

The queen’s voice echoed through the vast Silver Dragon Castle.

Anna quickly refocused her thoughts and nodded respectfully, replying, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"How did the border inspection go?"

"Very smoothly. The border territories are completely stable; I’ll deliver the inspection report to you tomorrow, Your Majesty."

"Good. Go rest."

"Understood, Your Majesty."

Anna silently exhaled in relief, but as soon as she turned to leave—before she could take a step—Roswitha called out to her, "Wait a moment, Anna."

"Is there anything else, Your Majesty?" Anna asked.

Roswitha’s gaze flickered briefly toward Leon beside her, then returned to Anna, her voice deliberately calm as she said, "The Prince Consort and I were merely working together."

Anna blinked, momentarily confused. "Uh... yes, I know, Your Majesty."

"It's truly just work."

"Uh... there's no need to explain it to me, Your Majesty."

Anna almost wanted to add "I understand" to the end of her reply, but after a brief inner debate, she decided against those three words.

Given how flustered the queen already was, saying something as suggestive as "I understand" would have felt like flustered to the point of melting down.

Even with Anna being so tactful, Roswitha’s typically icy demeanor was beginning to crack.

Why was this happening?

She just wanted to casually explain why she and Leon were sitting together—it wasn’t like she was using official business as an excuse to spend time with him. They really were just working together! That’s all. Just working!

But why did the more she said, the worse it sounded?

Leon gently tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Stop talking. If you keep going, your maids will start spinning a new emotional drama again."

Roswitha closed her eyes in resignation, gave a slight shake of her head, then steadied herself and said, "Alright. Anna, go rest now. See you tomorrow."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Anna bowed respectfully and withdrew.

Roswitha let out a relieved breath, then turned to Leon, "Let’s head back as well. We need to prepare dinner for the girls."

"Alright."

...

At the dinner table, Leon held Aurora in his arms, feeding her spoonfuls of her nutritious smoothie.

The little dragon girl already had some baby teeth; it seemed she would be ready to eat solid foods in a few days.

Amused by how quickly she was growing, Leon still managed to sneak in a remark, "Aurora, say 'Daddy.'"

"Awah awah（baby talk for unintelligible sounds）~"

The familiar babble echoed.

Leon wasn’t sure whether "awah awah" meant "Daddy," but judging by the number of syllables, it probably didn’t.

Roswitha casually ate her dinner at a leisurely pace and glanced over at the father-daughter duo. "You really want Aurora’s first word to be 'Daddy,' don’t you?"

"Tch, it’s not about what I want."

The queen raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really?"

"It’s that Aurora’s first word *has to be* 'Daddy.' It doesn’t matter what I want."

The prince’s confidence nearly made Roswitha roll her eyes into the heavens.

You dummy, you didn’t even notice I dragged this out all day! The queen thought smugly, before replying, "Just wait—the first word Aurora says will definitely be 'Mommy.'"

As she spoke, Roswitha leaned forward and gently pinched Aurora’s tiny tail. "Isn’t that right, Aurora? Say 'Mommy.' Ma~ma~"

Aurora’s response, however, was still, "Awah awah~"

Alright. Clearly, "awah awah" wasn’t "Daddy" or "Mommy"—at least in baby babble.

Listening to her parents’ incessant bickering, Muen suddenly lifted her little head.

"Why can’t it be 'Sister' first? Aurora, say 'Sister!'"

"Awah awah~"

"Mama, is Aurora a parrot?" Muen asked seriously.

Roswitha scratched her head and chuckled. "Uh-haha, maybe this is the only thing she can say for now."

The little pink-eyed dragon girl looked up at her beautiful mom, then at her doting dad, and finally at her not-much-older big sister, before innocently responding—

"Awah awah~"