The following morning, I slowly stretch my limbs, blinking against the morning light filtering through the window. My curiosity piqued, I squint my eyes at the door, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever Beatrice is speaking to. However, before I can discern their identity, she closes the door and approaches me with a bottle of pills in her hand.
"Good morning," I greet with a yawn, covering my mouth with my hand as I sit up.
"Here you go," Beatrice says, placing a pill in my palm.
"What's this for?" I inquire, studying the small tablet she's given me.
"It's plan B, and these are your birth control pills," she explains. "Take them if you don't want the king to have both our heads." She offers me a strained smile before handing over the bottle of pills.
Her words send a chill down my s
