Chapter 43

Winter’s POV

It was Dorra. It had to be her. There was no one else in the castle who would have thought to do something so evil. It made sense why she had spoken about babies when we had met in the garden days back. I had suspected it. And if she knew, it meant she was also aware I was keeping it a secret.

The secrecy of it all was an added advantage that allowed her to play a move. After all, I was hiding the baby; if she got rid of it, I wouldn’t be able to speak up about it. I was determined to make her pay for it somehow because had it actually happened like she had planned, it would have been a different problem.

Eliza had advised me to keep playing the game. Dorra must have thought she had succeeded in getting a miscarriage out of me, and I would make that remain so till I tackled more prioritized problems, like this heirloom, for example.

It was the first day of the task, the day of the heirloom feast. Each of us, for the coveted role in the inn