Ravenna looked at her youngest sibling with a warm, sincere smile. "You are my weakness, little sister. And for that, yes, I am letting you win. I always do", she chuckled heartedly before slowly tipping over her black King, for her sister had won. Leaning back in her seat, Ravenna placed a finger to her lower lip, as she gazed amusingly at Freya. "You're carrying his child", she softly commented, slightly astonished.