“You will nourish the child that blossoms within your womb.” I nod. “As you command.” “You will serve it before anyone else—even your Princes.” “Even their King?” The words escape my mouth without my bidding, but I can’t find it in myself to regret them, even as his stare turns hard and flinty. “I assure you,” he says, voice low, “your King and the well-being of his heir are as one.”
