Chapter 293

“How are my two love birds doing?” King Thorvald asked, walking into the cell.

“She needs a bed,” King Lowe said, referring to Princess Freda that already looked uncomfortable with her swollen belly.

“Whose babies do you think she is carrying? Mine or yours?” King Thorvald asked, putting his ears to her belly, listening to the two babies’ heartbeat.

“Get away from her,” King Lowe growled, fighting against his restraints that have been secured to the wall again.

“Come,” King Thorvald compelled Princess Freda to follow him.

“Where are you taking her?” King Lowe demanded to know.

“Didn’t you just demand a bed for her? I am taking her to a bed, my bed,” King Thorvald chuckled.

“I am going to kill you!” King Lowe shouted.

“Not if I kill you first,” King Thorvald said, grabbing Princess Freda from behind, holding her in a chokehold, and rubbing his hands over her belly, “if these babies are yours, I will no longer have the need for you.”

Princess Freda doesn’t fight him, knowing if