Ivanna's POV

“My queen, don’t you think we need to work harder?” Ace said.

"I don’t understand you. We need to work harder for what?” He stared into my eyes, a broad smile on his face, the same smile that made me weak in the knees.

“Don’t you understand that we need to work harder for you to be able to birth our child?” he asked.

“Now I understand what you were trying to say, Ace. You want a child, right?” I questioned, staring at him.

“What about you? Don’t you want a child of yours?” he asked. I went mute. I don’t want a child because I don’t think...