The scary part was that Greyson could easily imagine that happening.
"…Alright. I'll take it to heart."
"Good. Then, let's return to the castle, Your Majesty."
Without warning, he gently grabbed his hand, pulled out a wand from his cloak, and gave it a light flick. In that instant, Greyson was back in the room he shared with Oberyn.
"This is…?"
"Is this your personal chamber with the king?"
Greyson found himself sitting on the sofa in their bedroom.
"If you're pregnant, you really need to take better care of your body. Going to a place like that alone… are you trying to kill your baby?"
His sharp words struck him.
Of course, he had considered how dangerous it was to travel such a long distance and to walk into the slums.
However, deep down, a part of him had believed everything would work out somehow—and it was like he had seen straight through him.
"...Ah! I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize to me. Apologize to the baby in your belly and to your husband."
