Yvonne
"His seed needs to take."
The words repeated in my head like a broken record, each syllable slamming into me like a tidal wave.
His seed. That meant his sperm, right?
Then take hold. That meant… it had to mix with my eggs. To create a baby.
A baby.
An heir for his throne.
My breath hitched. That meant his cum was inside me. Right now. He'd come inside me.
I never let anyone finish inside me. Never.
And now… this German girl was making sure none of it came out.
I let out a laugh, sharp, hollow, unhinged. It bubbled up from my throat, spilling into the room. It wasn't funny. Not even close. But what else could I do?
Me? Pregnant?
I don't like children. I've never wanted them.
"M-My lady, are you okay?"
Klara's voice pulled me back. I met her gaze, her expression tight with worry. And suddenly, it all crashed down on me.
I could really get pregnant.
This wasn't my body. This wasn't my life. But the queen, the real queen, wasn't here. I was.
