Danica is carrying the King's child. She is pregnant for him.

　　As Vetta took steps leading to the healer's house, these words wouldn't stop ringing to her ears. Her hands fisted to her side, her eyes blazed in anger and banked-up rage.

　　How can something like this happen?

　　She has been trying for months now to carry the King's Child, she has been trying. She hasn't been able to achieve that.

　　Instead, she carried Karandy's seed inside her.

　　It is a thought she doesn't like remembering. This past few weeks hasn't been good for her, only for Danika to come and ruin it completely.

　　As being a slave—being treated like...