I opened my mouth to protest further, but the look in his eyes silenced me.
So I let him carry me through the gardens, both of us dripping water all the way to the palace’s infirmary. The doctor looked up in surprise as Isaac burst through the door with me still in his arms.
“What happened?” the doctor asked, jumping to her feet.
“She fell into a pond,” Isaac explained as he set me on a cot. “She can’t swim. I pulled her out, but we need to make sure the baby’s okay.”
The baby. Not me. But I was just glad to be alive, and that there was someone in my life who actually cared enough to save me and my child.
Twenty minutes later, I was lying on the exam table, Isaac sitting on a stool beside me. The doctor spread cold gel over my stomach, then pressed a device against my s
