And like that, a month passed.
Throughout it, I wasn’t allowed out of the castle and every Thursday the Witch Queen let me call Atlas. According to him, the Prince was miserable, also according to him, he was even more miserable.
Apparently, Layla hadn’t been giving him the time of day and on top of that, the Prince was still on Luna Alba territory even though it’d already been more than a month since he first arrived. Some small part of me hoped that he’s delayed departure had something to do with me but I quickly squashed it.
Every time I found myself remembering that red-eyed beauty I’d just start talking to my baby. Yes, my baby. If I stared at myself in the mirror I could now begin to see the bulge that it was making.
The idea that I was pregnant…the idea that there was a child g
