Sixty-One

Sixty-One

Naomi

It has been two weeks since i was made to flee my kingdom. Two weeks since the king banished me to my room, without food and water, but decided to feed me after learning that the baby could die if i wasnt fed on time.

I was slowly losing my mind, the grief from losing my mother and the love of my life slowly chipping away at my mental health, and my baby being the only company I had.

It was growing fast, my bump already visible, well just a bit. It wasn't completely obvious, but I could see it and feel it.

On many days I wished Seth was here, and I often imagined how tenderly he would treat me and the baby, not letting me lift a finger.

But here, I was abandoned with no-one to talk to.

Hazel came in once in a while to check the condition of that baby and make sure I wasn't dead, and that was the only form of care I got in this place.

Although I didn't want their care, I only wanted them dead.

The door couldn't be opened from within, so I needed the key to leave. The