My

Xerxes’s pov

Katarina was unusually quiet in my arms and I was confident that she was entertaining thoughts of relationships based on lies I fed her. Her overactive mind might be going over all the things that happened in past, and the reasons why our compatibility was wrong and couldn’t work.

I wished I could assure her, tell her what I was planning and that she just needed to be patient, but I didn’t want to scare her more. She was pregnant and stress was not good for her. Katarina might not know, but the doctor who came to visit last week stated that there were high chances of Aconite passing on to the child since the poison was still flowing through her veins. The thought should anger me but it worried me moreover. If the child is poisoned with Aconite, he or she might not survive the delivery.

Thinking about that squeezed my chest with unknown fear that I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. Would I lose my child just like I lost Sofia and my nephew or niece growing inside her