Due to the impossibility in giving birth through normal delivery, an emergency operation was done to keep both the mother and child alive. Until the effectiveness of the anaesthesia faded, I lay unmoving in the bed, conscious but similar to someone sleeping.
"Are you sure that this is the correct person?"
Who?
There are people who entered my room and I am unfamiliar with their voices.
"Can't you see that blonde hair. If you're doubting me, then check her tag."
Their footsteps became louder and someone grabbed me by the hand.
"See? We're correct on this one. Hurry, let's move her now."
I felt them putting and strapping me in a wheelchair. They also gathered my long hair and placed a wig on me that hides my face. How can they slip in between Caspian's men?
A certain amount of time
