#Chapter83

EMMA

The room had fallen into total silence. That was, until Olien fell on his knees and looked at me with tears on his eyes.

"My... my lady... is pregnant with the lord's child?"

His statement almost made me fall from the throne. I closed my eyes and leaned my weight more on it. The warmth that was emitting from the throne entered my body, soothing the pain and healing my wounds.

'A baby,' I thought to myself before painfully lifting a hand and softly touching my lower belly. '...Silvan's baby.'

'Is it really true?' I internally asked. As if my body heard my question, I felt something warm...