"Your grace, I came as soon as you asked." You explain as you get down from the horse. 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. The only reason she became pregnant was to protect Paradis during these times of war. She’s not even in love with the farmer.