In the world you lived in, few things were taboo. Nudity was acceptable, and you were to lie with whomever you wanted— man or woman.

You and Luciano had been together on many occasions— both one-on-one and with others who peaked both of your interests.

Over the last three or so months, you felt sickly, and your stomach had a slight swell— a bump. You had managed to keep it discreet for the last few weeks, since it was now becoming ever so slightly visible.

Now you find yourself awaiting at the Ivory Palace, sat upon a chaise, waiting for Luciano to come downstairs from his bedroom. A maid had gone to fetch the Prince.

It was nerve-wracking, yet you knew you had to tell him.