Shattered Dreams

"Are you sure you are alright, your grace? We can return to the palace if you are not feeling well." again with this question? She felt her face twisting and her eyes went cold.

"Ian, I thought I had the right to decide for myself." his eyes widened with surprise but then embarrassment filled them and he took a step back bowing his head. A pang of guilt hit her chest. She did not want to hurt them. But if she would not be hard, they would keep asking and taking her decision.

And if they found out that. No, perhaps she was wrong. Perhaps the child belongs to Damien and she was thinking too much. But if that was not true, what would she do?

The thought felt like a dagger pierced in her chest, it was making her bleed continuously. There was a peculiar thing about secrets, they were never kept for long.