Tempting the Wrong Prince
she said.
I stared at her, disbelief flickering.
“In spite of the exposure,” she continued, voice gentle, “once detox is done, your sperm count should go up.”
My chest tightened.
Silvia continued, watching my reaction carefully.
“And Lady Cassandra will be able to conceive,” she said softly. “And carry the pregnancy to term again.”
For a second, I couldn’t breathe. It felt like the room had tilted. Like a weight I had carried for years, quiet, shameful, relentless, had suddenly been lifted off my chest.