Jasmine's POV
I found my mother-in-law, the Queen, Amelia in the dining room, eating alone at the massive table. The sight of her made my stomach churn, memories of that night in the small house flooding back. But I steeled myself. It was time to face this.
Amelia looked up as I entered, her face a mask of polite interest. "Ah, Jasmine. Join me, won't you?"
It wasn't really a question. I took a deep breath. "No, thank you. I'm not hungry."
The Queen's eyes narrowed slightly. "Nonsense. Sit. You need to keep your strength up for the baby."
I turned to leave. "Really, I'm fine."
"I suppose you think you know better than everyone else," Amelia's voice cut through the air. "Tell me, what does a girl who ran away from her responsibilities know about being a mother?"
I froze, her words hi
