Harwin sat on the stairs on the other side of the door and listened to the screams of pain of his beloved, the pregnancy had become complicated, the only solution was for one to die, you refused you were sure you could give birth keeping both alive, he doubted who should kill to end the pain in which both you and the baby were suffering, he felt his fists hurt and clenched the dagger, but at your words not to enter that room obeyed "Come on my brave girl" he murmured trying to keep his sanity