“Sorry, Alpha Roman, I can’t seem to find anything wrong with Lady Ianthé.”
“I told you all — I’m fine!” Ianthé raged on the bed.
I stood beside the bed, hands clasped in front of me, watching silently. This was the fourth doctor Roman had brought in to check on the mother of his unborn child.
Something in me smiled at the stark desperate look on his face. It wasn’t just stark and desperate, it bordered on insanity. He was tired.
“What about her pregnancy?” he asked, voice hollow and hoarse.
The doctor sighed. “The baby is fine, thankfully. I have to take my leave now. Please let me know if any changes occur.”
The doctor took his leave, but I watched Roman from the corner of my eye and just a little thrill of satisfaction shot through me. I bit down hard on my lips to stop a laugh.
