Chapter 133

Danika’s eyes remained closed in a world of her own. A painful world. “It’s all for the best. This way, he’ll never find out I carried his child. I won’t have to die in such a humiliating way for that crime. The townspeople would just love to watch me die that way. For being stupid enough to let myself get pregnant by the king.” She whimpered as the words tumbled from her lips.

Baski sat frozen on the bed. The bowl fell from her hand and shattered on the ground; the soup splattered everywhere. “W-What!?”

Baski’s shout made Danika open her teary eyes, and she stared at Baski in confusion. “Huh?”

“What did you just say?” Surely, she hadn’t heard her clearly. Of course, she hadn’t heard her clearly. Her ears must be failing her in her old age. There was no way she heard her clearly.

“I know it’s stupid, too, to be crying,” Danika continued cluelessly, raising her hand to wipe her wet cheeks. “I should be happy—carrying the king’s child; it’s stupid. It’s a good