Phoebe's POV
"Phoebe, my job is to ensure your survival. He cares about nothing else except you. You're the one person he wants to shield above all others. Please, you must value yourself. I can't fathom what would become of the king if he lost you."
Marcela begged me, her voice breaking as she noticed the doubt flickering in my eyes. I couldn't bring myself to do it. The thought of ending my baby's life—because that's exactly what this would be—tore at my soul.
Even knowing that neither of us would make it if I continued this pregnancy didn't ease the agony.
There was no avoiding this outcome.
I understood what had to happen, what choice made sense, but my thoughts spun wildly through endless scenarios. The torment of wondering 'what if' consumed me completely.
'Just go...' I whispered. I needed space to think this through.
