I have come to the unfortunate conclusion that pregnancy is not the problem.
Princes are.
More specifically, nine overprotective princes who have collectively lost their sanity.
For three days now, I have been placed under what they insist on calling "gentle supervision."
In reality, it is glorified imprisonment.
The first sign something was terribly wrong happened when I woke up and discovered guards outside my bedroom door.
Not one, not two but five fully armed palace guards standing in a perfectly straight line like my room contained the kingdom's greatest treasure.
I opened the door slowly and stared at them.
They stared back.
"…Why are you here?" I asked.
The guard in the middle cleared his throat nervously.
"Prince Aiden's orders, Your Highness."
Of course it was.
Crown Prince Aiden had apparently decided that the moment an omega became pregnant, he also became a national security concern.
I leaned against the doorframe.
