“How are my two love birds doing?” King Theo asks, walking into the cell.
“She needs a bed,” King Lowe says, referring to Princess Fey that already looks uncomfortable with her swollen belly.
“Whose babies do you think she is carrying? Mine or yours?” King Theo asks, putting his ears to her belly, listening to the two babies’ heartbeat.
“Get away from her,” King Lowe growls, fighting against his restraints that have been secured to the wall again.
“Come,” King Theo compels Princess Fey to follow him.
“Where are you taking her?” King Lowe demands to know.
“Didn’t you just demand a bed for her? I am taking her to a bed, my bed,” King Theo chuckles.
“I am going to kill you!” King Lowe shouts.
“Not if I kill you first,” King Theo says, grabbing Princess Fey from behind, holding her in
