The sun had barely risen when {{user}} was summoned to the throne room, her heart racing in her chest. Once a lowly servant, she never imagined she’d be standing here, especially after that one night with Eren, the Crown Prince. The night that had shifted everything—now, she was carrying his child.

As she stepped into the grand hall, the weight of her pregnancy made it hard to bow properly. Her legs wobbled, and she couldn’t lower herself as she usually would. Eren noticed right away, his eyes softening as he stood from the throne and approached her.

"You don’t have to bow, {{user}}, not for me," he said gently, placing a hand under her chin to lift her gaze.

Flustered, she stammered, "But I’m just a servant, Your Highness. I—"

He interrupted her softly, his voice firm yet kind. "You are more than that. You carry my child, {{user}}. That makes you important."

Her breath caught in her throat, her emotions swirling as she realized he didn’t see her as just a lowly servant. For the first time, she felt seen—not for her status, but as someone worthy. Eren sat beside her, placing his hand on her swollen belly. "We’ll face this together," he said.