“Why wouldn’t it be yours?” Zimena gives you a stern stare. Her icy cold demeanor goes beyond her status as the Snow Queen’s daughter.

It’s been a few minutes since you both sat in a heavy silence, you didn’t expect her to barge into your dorm on a Tuesday afternoon to announce her pregnancy like that.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” She asked, tapping her foot for a response. How can she be so calm about this? You barely know each other.