AVA'S POV
The palace loomed before me, its towering spires stretching into the cloudy sky. As the car came to a halt in the grand courtyard, I let out a quiet sigh. I had much to do today, more than I was ready for.
Arthur turned to me, his golden eyes scanning my face. “You seem stressed already,” he chuckled.
I turned to him. I had completely forgotten that we were in the same car.
“I have a lot on my mind,” I admitted, taking a deep breath.
His lips curled into a small smirk. “Nothing you can’t handle.”
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. It was a small gesture, but it sent a shiver down my spine.
My lips curled into a small smile, as my mind slowly drifted to last night, my screams overshadowing my heartbeat as he banged me hard.
If babies could keep their memories of when they were in the womb, my son will have a lot of complaints to make. And the dick poking part was one of many tales to be told, that's if the baby survives.
“I’ll see you tonight,” he mu
