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Thirty three

Princess Golder’s Point Of View

I lay there, feeling the waves of pain coursing through my body. Sweat dripped down my forehead, my breathing labored as I struggled to push the child from my womb.

Beside me, Prince Simon held my hand tightly, his face creased with worry. I could see the fear in his eyes, and I knew that he was just as worried as I was.

The midwife urged me on, her voice encouraging but strained. I pushed with all my might, feeling as though my body would tear in two. And then, suddenly, it was over.

The baby was born, but there was no sound. No cries of joy or relief, no wails of hunger. Just a deafening silence that echoed through the room.

The midwife’s expression turned grim as she took the child away to check for signs of life. I lay there, trembling with exhaustion, waiting for her to return.

But when she did, she shook her head sadly. The baby had been stillborn.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked to Prince Simon. His face was ashen, his grip on my hand tigh
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