Hazel’s POV
“Your Majesty… how was your night with the King?”
The voice came from right outside the door the second I stepped into the hallway. It was the older maid—the one with the kind eyes and the steady hands. The same maid who had been hovering around me since I woke up here.
She was standing there like she’d been waiting all morning, hands folded in front of her, head slightly bowed.
I stopped. Looked at her. And a slow, wicked smirk curled across my lips.
“Splendid,” I said, letting the word drip like honey. “Oh, I had a wonderful time with the King.”
Her face lit up. She actually smiled—small, knowing, like she’d been holding her breath for good news for years.
“Which means…” she started, eyes sparkling, “we’ll be expecting babies soon?”
I just kept smiling, wider this t
