I stared down at the lump, in shock.
This could not be true.
Gently, I prodded the tiny bump on my lower abdomen and gasped when it did not give way. I could not believe it had taken me this long to notice this. I tried to think back to the last time I had been through my cycle. It had been almost two months, when the leaves were still green.
Tears welled in my eyes and I started to hyperventilate. Quickly, I dressed in my loosest dress, a red one without buttons, and dashed from my room.
My husband’s door was closed, not that that mattered. I knew he was in the fields with his men today, struggling to bring the harvest in before the first frost set in. The only reason I was here was because of the headache that was refusing to depart.
I must have looked like a mad woman, running through the castle with my hair still unbound from the restless night’s sleep, without even a cloak to keep me warm in the autumn air, my eyes wide in panic.
It couldn’t be true. It couldn