“I’ll call the healer,” Prince Jorlan says firmly as he steadies me and gathers my hair away from my face.

“I’m pregnant,” I remind him through a weak breath. “This is completely normal.”

His hand moves in slow, reassuring circles on my back. “This doesn’t seem normal. You’re not able to keep anything down.”

The cool touch of a damp cloth against the back of my neck punctuates my exhaustion, making me sigh in slight relief. Maybe ...