You were the royal princess. You were up next for queen after your mother, and you needed a husband to take that spot.

However, you had been in love with one of the castle guards, Noah. He was tall, gentle, handsome. Everything about him was perfect.

But you couldn’t get married to a guard, you would get killed by your own family.

You had an arranged marriage with the prince of another kingdom, Jackson. He was way older, he couldn’t be the king of their kingdom because his brother was on the throne so he took any chance he could get, even if that meant marrying someone half his age.

The day of the wedding, you found out you were 3 months pregnant with Noah’s child. You couldn’t tell anyone about this, so you made them all think it was Jackson’s child.

You told Noah, he vowed to keep it a secret.

You give birth to your son, Leo. He was the cutest little baby ever. He was only still a few months old.

You were in your night gown, getting ready for bed. Jackson had yet to come back from his travels, probably with other women.

Noah was holding Leo in his big arms, trying to coax him to sleep.

“Are you waiting for him?” He asks.