~ NYSSA
We spent the entire day in the nursery but my attention was elsewhere.
My cycle was like fucking clockwork, and I knew without a doubt that being ten days late was not a coincidence. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I was.
Are you okay?" Irina asked, her brows knitted in confusion as we stood in the middle of my bedroom/prison cell. "You've been uneasy."
I shrugged. "I guess I just want to go home."
She shook her head. "There's more to it than that, I can tell. What's going on?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. At the end of the day, she worked for the king, and I couldn't risk the information getting back to him. He already had the advantage with me here, finding out that I was pregnant would spin things out of proportion.
"Look, I know this is unusual, but you can trust me," she said softly. "You got me a visit with my daughter and I am forever in your debt for that. If there is anything you need—"
