Claire’s POV
“Scissors?” Sarah’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.
I could feel her gaze on me, as if she were trying to read my mind. I didn’t blame her. A blind woman asking for scissors without explanation would unsettle anyone.
She hesitated for a moment before leaving. I heard the faint sound of metal as she picked them up.
“Here it is, Your Highness,” she said carefully. “But… what are you cutting? Let me do it instead. These scissors are sharp. You might hurt yourself.”
Stretching my hands out, I replied. “No need. I'll do it myself.”
She let out a shaky breath, her unease evident as she slowly placed the scissors in my hand.
I knew why she was afraid. I was pregnant.
And if anything happened to the child or me, Ethan would never look past her position as an omega.
A sini
