Lord Maximus's POV
I walked back into Melanin’s room accompanied by the midwife. She walked over to the bed where Melanin was lying and touched her stomach. I watched her move her hands around Melanin's stomach while I stood numb, fear gripping me.
“What is wrong?” I asked, worried and concerned.
“My lord, the baby has shifted from its rightful position,” the midwife announced, causing me to become anxious.
“Is there something that can be done?” I asked, and she nodded. “I'll massage her stomach and push the baby back to its rightful position.”
“Then do it,” I said and stormed out of the room.
I walked back to my chambers, picked up a jar of wine, and drank from it, hoping it would ease my frustration. But it didn't. Instead, I threw it to the floor, and it shattered into pieces.
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