Chapter 197

His child... His child... His child... His child...

“Gods, Baski, what have I done?” He looked at Baski with eyes so crestfallen, they were a stab to her heart at the very sight of them.

“My king—” She hurried back to him, holding him in an effort to steady him when he staggered again.

“Can someone tell me what is going on?” Vetta asked again.

“What have I done?” the king asked in a hoarse voice, shaking his head once...twice...

“It's not your fault; you never knew,” Baski consoled.

But he kept shaking his head, so dejected. “Take me to her, Baski. Take me to Danika.”

“I will do that right away, my king.” Baski held him, noticing the slight limp to his leg. “I will tell the guards on the way to come and take these children to my room.”

He nodded, pulling away from her to walk on his own. He was never a man to show weakness, but in that moment, he did not care that he was slightly limping, for stressing had injured leg greatly these pas