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confessions from fey was satisfying, and she didn’t think she would want to give that up after the baby. She had two babysitters who had already volunteered. Yval and Isgara had already offered to watch whatever came out of her for as often as she needed them to.
    Since she had begun showing, she wore clothing that exposed her bump when she had to deal with the fey. They automatically deferred to a pregnant female. It was nice and a little weird.
    When they got the call about the babies, she had been wearing an outfit designed by her mother-in-law. The silk flowed around her and gave her a graceful look that nothing else could. Her figure was even more ample now that she was building the next generation, but Tovin had never been more interested. Her growing curves fascinated him and exhausted her.
    “What do you think they will name them?” Tovin wrapped his arms around her and put his hands on her belly, covering her completely.
    “I don’t know, but I know that they will be loved and protected, and most of all, wanted.” She patted his hands. “Just like this one.”
    She leaned back and whispered, “I have to take a deposition with the chancellor in attendance or I would be interested on your thoughts on what we should name this little one.”
    “You already have my list.”
    “I want you to shave it down to twenty for a girl and twenty for a boy. The current five hundred is a little overwhelming.”
    “Nothing overwhelms you.”
    She turned in his arms and kissed his jaw. “That is why we have safe words. Now, I have to get to the council headquarters. See you for dinner.”
    She disappeared out of his arms and reappeared in the council hall, patting her hair back into the elaborate twist that Isgara taught her.
    The shifters were a little nervous around her, and the fey watched her with fascination.
    She headed up to the council chambers and nodded to the guard. He opened the door and announced her.
    “Truth Seeker Hayley Hyland Arrowheart, attending the offices of Chancellor Brightscar.”
    The position had been created just for her, and she enjoyed being the only Truth Seeker.
    As a pregnant woman, she didn’t need to bow to the chancellor. She nodded her head. “Good afternoon, Chancellor Brightscar.”
    “What news?”
    She smiled. The man who was seven centuries if he was a day, leaned forward to hear her news.
    “Three daughters, all healthy. Each a solid crossbreed with visible fey and shifter traits.”
    He sat back with a sigh. “Excellent. We are looking into finding a match for the seers, but they need to mate as pairs, so it becomes awkward. They do swear that if anyone comes up, they will let us know.”
    She nodded. “In the meantime, this makes thirty successful pair bonds with five exceptionally powerful couples having offspring. The program is definitely productive.”
    The chancellor nodded to her belly. “With one more exceptional child on the way.”
    He waved to the chair next to his. “Please, be seated.”
    The scar that bisected one eye glowed brightly as he watched her. “Your mate is a lucky man.”
    “And a patient one. My spell casting is not proficient yet. I continue to turn all my clothing purple.”
    “It is a good colour on you. The portrait that your husband commissioned is lovely as well.”
    She blinked. “Where is it? I haven’t seen it.”
    “The high king was so enamoured with the image that he demanded it hang in the court for the first five years. It is proof of the success of the bonding program.”
    Hayley blushed. “That would explain it.”
    Tovin was a soldier by nature, and he was in service to the court. When he had wanted the portrait, he had to petition the high king to borrow his artist. The painter was efficient, and the sketches of both Tovin and herself wearing their wings in a close embrace, looking into each other’s eyes, was a powerful image.
    She sighed. “I don’t suppose that you can take a picture with your phone and email it to