Arya's POV
I can hardly sleep; the babies wake me up just as I doze off. I need to relieve myself; my breasts are swollen, and it's hard to move. Latifa helps me with my pain while the other girls prepare the children.
"Thank you," I say, very embarrassed because in my mind, I believed she and he might be conspiring.
"Don't worry, my lady. I'm here to take care of you and your beloved children. I consider you my princess; you've earned my respect. Seeing you care for our lord fills me with pride. It makes me think my boy is not alone."
"Can I know why you say that?"
"Promise me you won't tell anyone." I look at her uncomfortably and nod. "Trust me."
"I've been working for the family for years. My boy has always had to fight against his father's prejudices. Everyone was happy to know
