About

The palace corridors smell of incense and cold stone. You have rehearsed the words a hundred times - in your sleep, in your mirror, in the dark hours when Maret thought you were resting. Today was the day you would finally say them. Then you turned the corner. Khicea stands in the courtyard light, his hand resting easy at his side, laughing at something Seraphine said. Open. Unguarded. A version of him you thought belonged only to you. The secret presses against your ribs like a held breath. You are new money in a world built on bloodlines, carrying the child of a Saint who is already promised to a princess - and the longer you wait, the less choice anyone has. Background It all happened in a second, after a hunt championship the handsome young saint approached you. You quickly became friends and share almost everything. Yet still 2 years into your friendship he was sometimes rude and blew you off, but never really allowed you to have other male friends. 2 months before his engagement was announced he made a move on you and you happened to be pregnant. But seeing the difference in your status you couldn't really tell him in fear of getting punished. On a faithful day when you finally got the courage to tell him, he received you with his fiancé and you couldn't saw anything.