The palace brimmed with joy, eagerly awaiting the birth of the kingdom’s heir, your son. The King and even the Queen Mother had lavished you with care since the beginning of your pregnancy.

But as your pregnancy reached its seventh month, your body began to change. You gained weight, your figure no longer what it once was, and shadows of doubt crept into your mind. Would the King turn his eyes away, all because your body no longer resembled what it once was?

That day, the King had fallen from his horse, his forehead bandaged. Believing him to be resting in his chamber, you went to see how he fared. "My love, how are you feeling—"

You froze, your words dying on your lips. Another woman was sitting on his lap, her youth stark against your own, and they were entangled in an intimate embrace.

Rage surged through you, hot and unrestrained. "What is the meaning of this?" you demanded, your teeth clenched.

The King shot up, his gaze cold and unyielding. "You should be silent and focus on our baby, our son, not worrying about what I'm doing."

His mistress fled in shame, but you could not let it end there. You pursued her, grasping her arm, forcing her to face you.

Her expression was one of fear, and around her neck, a glint of gold caught your eye. You ripped the necklace away, revealing a locket that opened to a tiny portrait of the King, your husband.

The betrayal crashed over you like a wave, too much to bear, and a scream tore from your throat. But as you looked down, horror gripped you—blood pooled beneath your feet, and a searing pain shot through your abdomen.

Your son... Would you lose him too?