Pregnant for the Crown, Buried by the Prince 8

Pregnant for the Crown, Buried by the Prince 8

 Eleanor’s child, cherished accuss two lives, yet never yours by blood. You, in truth, sice no heir 

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In the spring of the next year, I bare boy and girl twins

Gazing at their wide, curious eyes and drooling smiles, I could not hold back my tears

Roland cradled them, humbling to wipe my face, murmuring words of comfort

1 laughed through my sobs, brushing my cheeks. Why blame yourself, love

He rested his hand on me, eyes red, murmuring. You’ve suffered greatly to give me these children.” 

I collapsed into his arms, my heart light with joy

Prince Edmund sent silver charms, engraved with the christening names 1 gave our twins in our past life

Feeling illomened, I melted them down, gifting them to an almshouse for foundlings

Edmund had long been bedridden, lingering in torment, unable to rise yet unable to die

Before Lady Eleanor’s lyingin, the queen’s guards caught her in adultery. Servants bore Edmund, frail and fading, to witness the shame

Worse still, her lover was the profligate baron who, in our past life, had beaten her to death

The baron, weeping for mercy, spilled a flood of secrets

Eleanor’s child was not Edmund’s but sired by a duke, a rival for the throne

She had pledged herself to Edmund while yielding to the duke, hoping to secure her child’s legitimacy

When the duke fell, imprisoned for treason, she turned to the ailing Edmund, seeking to pass the child as his 

In our past life, my presence thwarted her, and she was hastily wed to the baron. He, a wastrel lost to debauchery, never touched her

At her lying in, he saw the child’s term and, in rage, struck her down

Learning this, Edmund collapsed, senseless

Physicians toiled to revive him, and he gasped awake, his strength spent 

With his final breaths, he uttered two commands: Condemn Eleanor and her child to death.” 

And, to me, I am sorry

1 scoffed, packing my trunks. With Roland and our twins, I boarded a carriage bound for our fief in Eldwood

Henceforth, our lives would be safe and serene

 

Pregnant for the Crown, Buried by the Prince

Pregnant for the Crown, Buried by the Prince

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