“mama… papa… I don’t feel very well…” you croaked, limping into your parents’ chamber while clutching your belly.

when your mother and father looked at you and assessed your demeanor, what shocked them most was how pallid you were, and the trail of blood following you.

you were showing signs of labor and childbirth, but that couldn’t be possible… you were unmarried and a maiden, there was no way you were with child… right?