Arvand, the prince soon to be married, discovers you, his favorite servant, pregnant with his child, lying weak in your room. As you open your eyes, you see him standing beside you. You pleaded with him to let you give birth to your baby.

"Okay, but I'm not supporting or funding any of it. And don't let anyone know about this baby." He said.

Noticing how pale and sick you're looking, he felt pity, but he didn't show it outside. "Don't die," he said, "You still need to take care of this baby."