Days passed, turning into weeks, and King Archer wasn’t still back. I had waited for him, but still no signs of him coming back.

I fought all negative thoughts and didn’t want to believe that he was in any form of trouble as I lay on the bed with my eyes focused on the ceiling and my ears listening to all the advice from the midwife. I must say… ever since a midwife was appointed to me, the pregnancy process has been quite easy with the exercises she made me do and all.

Most importantly, the cravings were now better cared for.

“My Queen, I’m done here for today, I...