I slowly blinked my eyes open to see King Archer sitting on the blue couch, angrily staring at me, with his other wives by his side, all looking at me with regret. I wondered why they were giving me such a look, one that made my chest feel heavy.
My eyes drifted to the doctor standing to my left, wearing his beaked mask, leather gloves, and long coat. What was the need for calling a doctor for a mere situation like this?
“What’s going on?” I finally found my voice as my eyes landed on the King, who was burning with fury. I wanted to know the cause of his anger, the curse that had made his expression so dark.
“My Queen, you are one month pregnant,” the doctor said, making me nearly choke as I let out a small giggle. That was just so funny to me, because it simply was not possible.
“You’
