Chapter Sixteen

Marco's POV

As I watched Chloe drift off to sleep, a mix of emotions swirled within me. Concern for her well-being, fear for our unborn child, and a sense of responsibility as her husband and protector all tugged at my heart. Seeing her so exhausted and frail tore at my soul, and I knew that something had to change.

Leaning back in the chair beside her bed, I closed my eyes, gathering my thoughts. It was time to have a conversation with my father, the King, and present him with my concerns. Chloe's condition was fragile, and I couldn't bear the thought of her jeopardizing her health and that of our child for the sake of her duties.

The weight of responsibility settled upon my shoulders as I stood and made my way out of the room. The castle corridors were filled with an air of purposeful movement, servants scurrying about their daily tasks. I navigated through the familiar halls, heading towards the King's study, where I knew he would be at this time of day.

Entering the study, I found