Chapter Fifteen

Chloe’s POV

Days turned into nights, and nights turned into restless slumber. Each passing moment carried the weight of my actions, gnawing at my conscience. Fatigue settled upon my shoulders, a constant reminder of the burdens I carried. And then, one morning, as the sun began to rise, a knock on the door shattered the fragile tranquility of my thoughts.

Startled, I pushed myself upright, my weariness evident in the heaviness of my movements. The guard's voice floated through the wooden door, muffled yet urgent. "Lady Chloe, the King requests your presence in the throne room."

A surge of anxiety coursed through me as I stumbled to my feet. My body, once strong and resilient, now struggled under the weight of exhaustion and a mysterious ailment that had slowly taken hold. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, where a small but unmistakable protrusion had begun to form. The joyous anticipation of motherhood mingled with the overwhelming fatigue, leaving me feeling vulnerable and u