"Lysandra finally got pregnant, but that was when the worst happened. She became weak, slowly rotting away into a corpse. The plan to further her bloodline failed." Richard's eyes turned wistful with the memories of the past. "I was already burdened with such a secret, and yet she developed a life-threatening condition, endangering not just her but the baby too."
"Beloria might have been in a bad shape, but you had doctors. You're the Archduke, and with a snap of your fingers, you could have all of them lined up for Lysandra's sake."
"As I said earlier, our marriage was a secret. No one was meant to know. I couldn't risk it or anyone else knowing the secret beneath the manor."
So he let her suffer alone?
I knew nothing of Lysandra, but I felt for her; she was entrusted with the future of her clan, sent away to live in a foreign country with people no less than hers, but she did it anyway for the sake of her people.
