Simone
One month later.
I’d been miserable every single day. But lately, I’d been miserable for a very different reason. Namely: morning sickness.
I sighed as I sat on my bathroom floor, my face buried between my knees while my stomach churned with nausea that had absolutely nothing to do with emotional turmoil and everything to do with the tiny parasite currently wreaking havoc on my digestive system.
How the hell had I ended up like this?
I was supposed to go to another kingdom, marry the prince, and make sure peace was held between both sides. Simple political alliance, in and out, everyone wins. Instead, I’d somehow managed to not only remain unmarried, but also get knocked up by my ex-fiancé’s father, who also happened to be my fated mate.
Was, I reminded myself harshly. Was my
