Soleia bit down hard into the cloth that she had been given, sweat beading across her forehead as her veins popped against her skin. She let out a strangled cry, her teeth tightly gritted against the fabric as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Push, Your Majesty," the midwife said, glancing worriedly at Soleia before returning her gaze to her task at hand. "I can almost see the baby's head."
She was pushing. Hell, if she had the luxury of time and energy to yell right now, she would've. But all of Soleia's strength was placed into trying to get the baby out, for every second that it was in her stomach, she felt her insides cramp up and churn like never before.
Was getting drained of her life force by King Recaldo any better? Honestly, probably so. Soleia had never felt such a guttural, impossible pain before.