It was the sort of tease that pulled a small smile out of Sophia as he played dumb because yes, she did like spotlights. Though she did not necessarily think Ozy was prepared to share the limelight with her, particularly when the newsworthy bit could be about him.

(Not that she intended to take this to the news. Yet. At all? Who knows? Sophia still hadn’t settled about how she felt about this whole matter, other than the fact that she felt ill to think about his reaction. No doubt he would press her into decisions. Sophia was not prepared for decisions.)

“You don’t think?” She echoed, dancing around the topic because she still hadn’t warmed up to talking about it, much less the consequences of her actions. Her lips pursed as he carried on, and she stiffened at mention of the curse of childlessness. Sophia reached for a small sip of her drink. It tasted like acid down her throat and she wrinkled her nose, instantly regretting even the small sip. “And we both know the curse of childlessness has no truth to it,” she observed, a great regret for her indeed.

Now they both knew that a Minister would always have something of interest to say to the people. Ozy couldn’t not have the spotlight on him, and in fact, Sophia would guess that he’s grown to quite enjoy it in these last few weeks of campaigning. It was a wonder that no one’s caught on to them already. Merlin knew they were not overly discreet at the theater during the beginning of their… situation. “Are you not worried if people discover us?” If there was no us, there was no problem, was there?

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