°•♡Chapter 19~ The Crown of the Lost Heiress

By the time my eyes opened again, I was in bed, wrapped in soft blankets. I tried to move but practically every inch of my body cried out. My hand reached for my throat—It felt drier than a desert. My skin felt tight, as if the symbols from the trial had banded themselves onto me.

I looked outside the window, hues of red blue and purple bled across the sky.

Sunset.

I didn't remember passing out. But I remembered being in Ronan’s arms and the look of pride in his eyes as he'd looked down at me.

I shifted, ignoring the ache of my muscles. I looked down at my belly, placing my hand flat against it, it was my way of sensing them, checking to see if they were okay. I knew I was putting them through a lot. The thought kept eating at me.

Just then, I heard a soft knock at the door. I managed to sit up in time as Ronan stepped in.

He looked better now— still tired, but better.

His brown hair was put up in a sleek bun as he normally did, his clothes were still slightly rumpled and his