Aliana. Castle Randal Keynes pinned her with a look both fatherly and fierce. "You have something powerful inside you," he said, and Aliana flicked her eyes up to him, almost stunned at his words. "You must decide how to move forward with it." Her heart was racing, a hand unconsciously moving toward her abdomen. She stared at Keynes a long time before breathing, "How did you know?" His face softened. "Because you look like your mother did, when she was in your condition. Scared. Fearful of having the future of a kingdom within her and yet out of her control." Aliana met his eyes. Somehow, his knowing made the physical burden seem easier. "The old woman, at Tyron's Keep. She said -- she said I might not be able to. Not again." Her stomach turned over, stinging like an old scar inside her. He smiled. "We make plans, and the gods laugh." Keynes took her hand. "You carry a king inside you, there is no doubt of that," he said, squeezing her fingers. "It is up to you to decide if there is still a queen." Aliana found it in herself to smile at him, briefly, before looking away, as confused as before if, at least, a bit more at peace for Keynes' knowing. She thought on that fact for a moment, before starting, "You did not ask who---" "I did not need to," he preempted her, smiling. Aliana looked at him quizzically, but also bashfully, cheeks coloring at what he might have deduced.