Season 2 - Breeder to the White Queen

Maeve

I cannot believe this is the man whose baby I’m supposed to carry.

Thick droplets of rain rolled down the glass as I looked out the far window, my eyes fixated on the lazy patterns of moisture they left in their wake.

I was sitting at one end of the long, immaculately set table in the dining hall like I had done every evening since setting foot in the Alpha’s castle three months ago, my plate barely touched and ...