It was a normal night at the inn. As an innkeeper, I learn things from my customers every day. Today was no different. I learned from Lukas, the village mayor, that King Carlos II had been assassinated.

"Really?! The king himself had the best guards on the continent." A drunkard muttered as I poured him some more beer.

I felt like sighing but I wasn't really interested in what was happening in politics. My wife didn't come back from visiting her parents. Even though it was an arranged marriage, we started to be a little more understanding. She's been pregnant for the past 9 months yet we never shared the bed . Where is she now? Is she with her lovers?

As I was lost in thought, I didn't hear someone enter the door, and when the doorbell rang, I turned to look at the person.

There was a woman who was covered in blood on her clothes. It wasn't hers, that's for sure

What caught my attention was the baby wrapped in a very familiar scarf. Not to mention that the baby looked like he had just been born. His cries filled the room, making all the patrons look at the woman.

Breathing as if she had been running for some time. She takes a few steps towards me and raises her hand, showing me a jewellery. The same jewelry I gave my wife before she left for her parents' house, 2 days ago

I almost dropped the beer bottle when I realized what had happened. Did my wife die in childbirth? Was the carriage attacked?

"...Where is she?" I could barely speak. The woman sits down next to me and hands me the baby.

"I'm sorry. She's couldn't make it." She takes my bottle and takes a big sip.

"They were all dead when we arrived, your wife was seriously injured and struggling to give birth. She died shortly after. The same assassins who thought they killed her and the baby , killed the king himself. I believe the baby was his Majesty's."