CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: She is…

　　Amelia woke up one faithful day in the spring whilst Conroy was training with his men and she felt neglected by him. She wouldn’t lie, his drilling had paid off because most of his men who had been hopeless on swordplay could now duel and win.

　　But she still felt so abandoned by him as he had barely showed up in her room as of late, that Amelia felt sickened to the pit of her belly for the first time.

　　In truth, she was barely able to crawl out from her bed and empty the contents of her stomach into a huge wooden bowl, overwhelmed by nausea.

　　After retching and dry-heaving for what seemed like hours with her stomach feeling hollowed, she shakily made her way beneath the fur coverlet.

　　She hid under the coverlets, shivering and with tears streaming down her face. She wiped her face clean as Sian came to her bed, holding platters of her best meals but in this time, made her nauseous that she held her breath, trying not to throw up.