Freya I lay there long after the healer left, staring at the white ceiling as if it might split open and offer me an answer.It didn’t.The room smelled of antiseptic and crushed herbs. It was too clean, too quiet, like nothing terrible had happened here and the contrast of it all made me sick. I hated that it filled me with hope and a faux sense of happiness, like I had not been rejected in front of an entire court, like I was not four, maybe five, weeks pregnant.My hand drifted to my stomach again, and I almost couldn't believe it. It was flat, and still unchanged, like a body that looked exactly the same as it had yesterday.Except it wasn’t.I turned my head slightly. Sera sat in the chair beside the bed, elbows on her knees, eyes swollen and rimmed red. She looked like she had not blinked in hours.“Don’t,” she said softly, before I had even moved. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”I didn’t answer. I just pushed myself upright.The room tilted immediately, black creeping into
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