WINTER

I don’t know how much longer I can keep avoiding this truth.

I know the day will come when I’ll have to tell Valtor about the possibility that I may never give him a child. But with every passing day, the weight of it grows heavier, pressing against my chest until it’s hard to breathe. Especially when I remember the way his eyes light up whenever someone speaks of an heir. Our child. The successor to his throne.

And it isn’t only him. Everywhere we go, people look at me the ...