#Chapter 44 Questions

“King Harvey, my forcefield I created hours ago was kind of a forward forcefield, is that normal?” “Yes, Elena. It was one to push away an intruder. It is the equivalent of slamming an enemy back with the shield to gain way to raise your sword.” King Harvey sits across from me at the small white table that he got from us and is busy creating small finger sandwiches for us. He is very invested, making sure all the cuts of meat are good parts. “King Harvey…” I start as I lean over the table to grab his hand. “I don’t mind about the food.” “Tradition demands you get the best cut, always. Even before our kin.” I freeze. My husband’s senses are stronger than mine. “Am I pregnant?” “No, Elena.” King Harvey replies somberly. “At least, not yet. I would feel pure disrespect to not feed you properly, so.” King Harvey aligns five small finger sandwiches together, all the best pieces of meat and gently hands them to me. “Thank you.” I whisper, making sure to start to eat, so he kn