#Chapter 222

Theodore’s POV “This isn’t ideal,” I grumbled from the edge of our brand-new bed in the royal chambers. The bed was much smaller than the last one, though still unnecessarily large in my opinion. But Owen’s, the one we donated to Mel Rimanea, had been large enough that we could have tossed and turned all night and never run into each other. Likely due to Owen and Marissa’s complete lack of interest in ever touching each other. Violet and I wanted to be a little snugger. Violet threw her hands above her head with a flourish, smiling and twirling as the wildflowers she manifested came floating down around her. I rolled my eyes, even as a smile snuck onto my face. With a whoosh of her hand, the wildflowers vanished before they ever hit the ground. “You need more space—” I stopped speaking to catch the frying pan my wife had just manifested and chucked at me with no warning. “A frying pan?” I teased. “Really?” She gestured to her stomach. “I have to be creative. And a bl