Melanin's POV
When I entered my cramped room, I couldn't hold back any longer and vomited. The pain in my back was excruciating, making me feel as though I were on the brink of death. Zoey hurried in with a basin of steaming water and some medicine. Fortunately, the head maiden was away from the palace.
Zoey didn't ask any questions, for which I will forever be grateful. After applying the soothing medicine, she directed me to lay on my bed and covered me with a blanket.
“Take some rest,” she said, and I nodded with a grateful smile, unable to speak. As soon as she left, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I am pregnant, and I am certain of it. If the king discovers my condition, he will not kill me, but he will surely despise me and label me as a fortune seeker.
What am I s
