CHAPTER forty-one: Taken alive...

　　“Amelia come here.” He suddenly said in a calm tone.She narrowed her eyes at him.

　　“Have faith in me,” his voice vibrated, wondering if the woman knew how much he actually loved her, he sighed when she didn’t budge, “I beg you.”

　　She closed the little space between them in few steps and Conroy drew her onto his laps.

　　She was rigid in his arms for some moments and then Conroy swept his hands over her hair.

　　Once…then twice and he didn’t stop till she rested her head against his chest and begun to sob.

　　Both of them were silent for a long while until Conroy cleared his throat, “Thank you sweetheart.”

　　She didn’t raise her head from his chest as she whispered, “Why are you thanking me?” her voice was still bleary from crying and Conroy could feel the wetness on his chest. Her tears.

　　“For trusting me. For carrying my pup, my son, the heir to the throne of Valeria.” “Why do you think it’s a boy?” Amelia asked.