Chapter 39

Roseline sat miserably at her own cell, with her back against the wall with her legs chained.

She was stripped off from her royal attire to a prisoner's uniform.

Her hair that was always styled was just in a messy bun. Dried tears were on her face and she looked really Haggard.

She sniffled her tears and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

She wiped the tears but it wouldn't stop rushing down in fast current.

She regretted her actions but it was already too late. The king is sure not gonna take it lightly with her and Jeffrey.

She hugged her knees and buried her head in between and wept.

Her hair was smeared to her face because of her tears and sweat mixed together.

What's gonna be her fate?

What about her unborn child for Jeffrey?

She's sure gonna terminate it. She's not going to have a child for a lowlife.

But then again, she thought – would she even be alive to terminate the pregnancy?

She sobbed hard