[Inside her old room]
"Salad? Seriously, Mom?" Anna groaned, eyeing the plate Rosiline placed on the table. "Is this really what you expect me to eat?"
Her disappointment was obvious, but Rosiline remained unfazed. Folding her hands primly, she replied, "It's healthy. You need it."
Anna rolled her eyes, biting back the sharp retort on her tongue. 'God forbid you ever bring me something I actually like.'
When she still didn't move to touch the plate, Rosiline exhaled heavily. "Anna, you need to take better care of your health. You must get back into shape if you want to remain fertile."
Anna scoffed, offended. "Mom, it's been only a few days since I got married, and you're already plotting to make me pregnant?"
Rosiline's brows drew together, her tone firm with conviction. "Why not? The sooner you conceive, the stronger Daniel's favor will be toward you."
