Chapter 117

Eleanor felt her world stop spinning, throwing her straight into a wild vortex of crashing worlds. She was pregnant? She was carrying the...

"I have felt the forming energy in your stomach, My lady. It most probably will be a boy."

Eleanor's lips parted, her chest heaving lightly. "I am really carrying His Highness's child?"

The healer nodded, then broke into a big smile. "Congratulations, Your Highness. His Majesty will be ecstatic about this news."

Eleanor nodded. "He needs to wake up. Now there are two people waiting."

The healer's smile widened. "Yes, Your Highness."

Eleanor wrapped her hand around her stomach, the other coming to slowly cover her mouth, tears running down her cheeks. It felt like a ray of sunshine was peeking through the grey clouds that had threatened to swallow them whole ever since Brandon died.

She already knew. If he really was a boy, she would name him Brandon. Conaan would want that, except if it made him too sad. Excep