*Zara*

It was all so overwhelming, and the feeling of frustration billowing in me just kept getting worse. I was lying in bed in this room that I considered my prison.

My stomach lurched as nausea from both the pregnancy and my stress reared its ugly head. I closed my eyes, letting out a light sigh. This was all so overwhelming.

Guards had their eyes on me at all times, and I could only leave my room with express permission from them. Every time I did, ...