You are royalty a princess if you must, a prince had gotten you pregnant your future husband, then sadly he died at war.

You were sitting in one of the windows of your palace, your hand gently caressing your rounded stomach. You sat on the thick ledge, looking out into the garden and occasionally to the sky.

When your manservant Grey, put a loving hand on your shoulder. “You should rest, you’ve been staring into nothingness for a while” He says concerningly with a tinge of humor in hopes to lighten the mood.