"Now let me tell you about Alainn," said the Watcher as Breagadoir was still in bed with is beloved Harlequin.
"She and her family arrived in Starlight Shores and immediately built a home to rival yours," she said, intending to irritate the prince. He gave no response.
"It is a lovely and welcoming home," she continued,
"It seems they intend to have Nieve serve a bit of a nanny role as her bed is in the nursery," she said.
"However, they've also given her an office to work on her writing, so I suppose that's a fair trade," the Watcher concluded.
"Shanda and Alphin set right to work at getting an heir," she said with a somewhat giddy tone.
"Alainn and Alanna enjoyed their new space too," she said with less giddiness. "Anyway, after finishing with her attempts to create an heir,"
"Shanda decided to pursue her lifetime wish and joined the law enforcement career."
"Alanna continues to improve as a magician,"
"Alainn continues to work as a firefighter,"
"And Alphin is unemployed. And plays with snakes. However, he is surrounded by very successful women."
"In fact, Shanda went out with her boss to build their relationship,"
"since she knows that, as a professional, it's important to show yourself to be part of the team,"
"and after a night out,"
"she got, not only a raise,"
"but also a promotion!" she gushed. "Alphin will be delighted for her."
"Is she really that clueless?" asked a sleepy Harlequin.
"Yes, my love," answered Breagadoir. "She's what's known as hopeless."
"I believe you mean a hopeless
romantic," corrected the Watcher.
"No, I'm pretty sure it's hopeless," countered Breagadoir. "I'm pretty good with labels."
"Well," said the Watcher, lacking for a more witty and biting response, "anyway, before Shanda went home that night, she spun into her maternity wear confirming that Alphin's heir is on the way."
"Though," the Watcher added, a bit hesitantly, "I'm still rather certain that Alainn wishes her other child had been the heir..."
"She is quite a beauty," the Watcher continued,
"and has caught the eye of more than one gentleman,"
"but thus far she hasn't found anyone who has captured her heart," she said in dream-like tones.
"See what I mean?" Breagadoir asked. "Hopeless."
