I stare intently at my surrogate sister, feeling a rush of warmth for her. “You know I wouldn’t change that for the world, Cora. I would so much rather suffer myself, than let you be harmed, than fail to protect you.”
“That’s why you’re going to make such a wonderful mother.” She smiles tenderly.
“I just hope this baby is safe.” I relate. “The campaign ends just before I’m due, and once Sinclair is King I’ll be able to relax. But I’m terrified of him losing. If the Prince wins I really think he might come after my baby… maybe it and Sinclair both.”
“I can’t imagine anyone being strong enough to lay a hand on Sinclair.” Cora observes doubtfully.
“On their own maybe not.” I agree, “but with an army behind him?”
“Then you’ll just have to make sure he wins.” Cora encourages. “The word a
