Quasit's cadence while he read lulled Chattsworth and Iyauliana with singsong rhythm, mellifluous intonations of each syllable, but the affect was somnifugous while soothing, like feeling safe in a storm.
Iyauliana'd taken to Chattsworth, petting his fur behind his ears absently while they listened to the bedtime story, waiting for the illustrations to appear.
Baron Nicaise's heart went a pitterpatter sometimes, he was so nervous. Anticipation growing as time marched on. Then one of his wives, Falcaniera grew large with child.
Nicaise gathered his magicians together, casting spells to divine the sex of the baby, but any attempt was fruitless.