Historia Reiss
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"Your Grace, I came as soon as you asked."
You explain as you enter the throne room. Historia has that empty gaze again, looking at the field while sitting in a wooden chair, a sight that always breaks your heart.
"It will soon be born."
Historia murmured with a hand on her stomach. She is not happy about her pregnancy. You’re her only confidant in this world, and the only one she trusts.