“My Lady, You are pregnant.” The midwife told her, excitement clear in her voice.
Nyx should have been dancing with joy but she wasn’t. She loved children and she wanted so badly to have her own, so why wasn’t she happy? At least her husband would be happy she thought but she was dead wrong.
The king barged into the room, his face red with anger. “Leave!” He told everyone and once everyone left he grabbed her by the neck and pinned her to the bed. His grip was tight, cutting all air away.
“What …are ..you doing?” She managed to ask while in pain.
“What have you done?” He growled bringing his face close to hers. “Whose child is this?”
Nyx grabbed his wrist and tried to remove his grip but he held her in place. Her eyes teared up.
“It’s…yours.”
“Don’t lie to me!” He yelled letting go
