Rosalind Lowell felt a sting of sadness and burst into tears. She cried with relief that her baby was safe, but also out of misery that Alaric Davenport wasn't by her side.
'Why am I getting so fragile?'
"Why did my stomach hurt?" Rosalind Lowell asked. She hadn't eaten anything out of the ordinary recently; all her food was from a specially prepared diet.
"From the looks of it, Madam, it doesn't seem like you ate something you shouldn't have."
Rosalind Lowell frowned. 'Then what could be the reason?'
...
She was on bed rest for two weeks, and in all that time, she never once saw Alaric Davenport come to visit.
'What's wrong with him? Why has he suddenly become so cold?'
As Rosalind Lowell mulled this over, she drifted off to sleep. Deep in the night, her door was opened quietly.
The tall figure carefully lay down beside her, planting a gentle kiss on her lips before pulling her into his embrace and falling asleep.
