The chamber was small, colder than it should have been, with bare stone walls and no windows.
A single bed sat in the corner with an old wool blanket folded on top. A chair and a narrow table were the only other pieces of furniture.
All through the moment she was led to the room her mind was a blur.
She could barely think.
Nothing made any sense.
She barely noticed the servants who looked at her.
How they whispered or how they watched her with haughty glares.
The guards took her to her room and left her there without a word.
The door clicked shut behind her, and she stood frozen in the middle of the room.
Her knees gave out then.
She collapsed onto the floor, hands clutched around her belly, breath short and shaky.
Her mind couldn't process the rapid descent of the day, from hope to horror.
He hates me.
He thinks the baby is not his.
He believes I chose Hunter.
"No, no, no," she whispered, rocking slightly on the stone floor. "Please don't let this be real…"
