Daji is practically dragging by the time we get back to our old room in the palace. Hours of feasting and celebration and an attempt on my life have, apparently, strained even her tolerance for excitement. But then, I look at her pregnant belly and realize that we need to dial back the excitement--well, as much as our crazy life will let us.
Wait, that sounded way too passive. I'm in charge of my own destiny. And I can take care of my wife, even though she protests, "I was in the middle of a good story!"
"It'll still be there tomorrow, and everyone is too drunk right now to appreciate it," I say in a cajoling manner while I steer her to the bed. "Besides, it's been a long day, and we have to be sharp for the festival tomorrow."
"OHHH. Fine. You're such a killjoy."
