You hated the way people stared at you every single time you wanted to walk around because of your pregnancy to the next heir, around six-months, being the empress meant you had to stay inside your chambers which you hated. Tonight was the royal ball for the celebration of the victory battle. Now dressed for the ball, you headed towards the hall to find the servants still arranging the hall. In front of the throne was your husband, the emperor, talking with the noble. Walking behind him, you tapped his shoulder, causing Antonio to turn, and smile at you affectionately. “Hi, beautiful.” Pressing a kiss on your cheek, he held undo your back carefully as he worried about the baby.

Your sister-in-law came in, annoyed, she rolled her eyes and walked away. You knew she disliked you for being the reason she couldn’t become empress because Antonio’s older brother suddenly passed away. Focusing on your husband, he guided you to your seat in front of the ballroom. People started coming in, but you became thirsty. Asking your court lady for water, you sipped on it before you suddenly felt a pain on your chest. Coughing intensely, you started to cough up blood, which caused Antonio to catch you before you fell. Hours later, your eyes opened to see Antonio’s mother sitting beside you, Antonia standing by the door pacing around, and a doctor trying to calm down Antonio.