As the dignitary balked, Devaguea simply raised an eyebrow, debating returning to his real form to drive the point home, but after a moment the elf submitted, and was allowed to withdraw. A quick behind showed that Sak'bas was there in her full armor, though she was visibly pregnant now, something that made him feel... strangely happy, satisfied and terrified. He nodded slightly to his personal guard, politely ignoring her sudden twitch of discomfort as her armor caught slightly. While it was enchanted to fit, her recent growth had caused some minors issues with the armor. He figured in a couple months she would retreat to her room, and stay there until she had delivered. He gave it another month after Sak'bas retreated before Cynthia pinned him down and forced him to mount her.<br/><br/>The day of the coronation dawned, and Devaguea looked up from his paperwork with a growl. Too many outsiders in the city to make his guards comfortable with him taking solo flights, and had requested he curb the flights until at least a month after. And with Amvarean not using a ring of sustenance, he was loath to wake her that early to go flying, especially at his slow speeds. Despite getting stronger and larger, his wings still tended to slip in and out of his sockets if he took a proper wing beat, so he had to do an awkward half flap, which killed most of his forward momentum but kept the joint from slipping.