“What do you mean? What does the father of my child have to do with war, Your Highness?”
The Prince paused to look at her as if contemplating how much he should say. He closed the door, there not being a way to lock the door from the inside. He walked over to the only large piece of furniture in the room, the wardrobe, and shifted it in front of the door. Bliss was amazed at how much strength the Prince had considering how pampered he was. Vulroonians were not warriors and spent most of their time lounging around or behind a desk. However, it seemed the Prince had worked hard on his strength and physique. She had heard he even was very apt at sword fighting and boxing which was odd for a Vulroonian Prince.
“The father of your child is someone important to the Rylan Kingdom, A noble. On t
