Maliya’s POV
While I was busy rubbing my palm on my belly, the sound of footsteps approached the cell and I had to turn around, watching to see who it was. I was so hungry at that moment, all I prayed for was the survival of my baby. I feel so guilty for the pain he or she has been passing through from me.
If this is how all pregnant women suffer, then no one will pray to the moon goddess for the fruit of the womb.
Freya showed up at the cell gate and then walked in. The guards are likely to be ignorant of whoever is coming into my cell this time around, and I'd attest that I missed Gideon as well.
She sat before me. “I'll get you something to eat once I leave, I was passing by so I sneaked to update you on what's going on in the palace.” She held my hand, while I stared at her face,
