Although Primrose had heard from Edmund that Dr. Celdric was around seventy years old, his appearance was nothing like what she imagined. He looked more like a man in his early thirties, his skin smooth, his face barely touched by wrinkles.
She couldn’t help but wonder if her husband would also look this young when he reached that age.
"Greetings, Your Majesty." Dr. Celdric lowered his head politely as he stepped closer. His expression, however, was cold and unreadable, with no trace of a smile.
Primrose felt her chest tighten. She wasn’t sure if the doctor would look down on her or worse, despise her completely.
But then his thoughts slipped through, and every doubt in her heart shattered at once.
[Oh, poor queen. She must be suffering, forced to carry a lycan seed in her frail body.]
[Even her personal doctors said the fetus feels so faint, as though it could vanish at any moment.]
Primrose’s hand instantly flew to her stomach beneath the blanket. Dr. Alina and Dr. Grace had never once mentioned that her child felt like it was about to vanish.
The only thing they had said was that her baby’s presence felt faint, but she had never heard them use such a frightening word like ’dissapear’, even in their thoughts.
Could it be true? Was she really too weak to carry her child?
What if she lost the baby because it couldn’t grow inside her?
Her heart hammered painfully in her chest, and Edmund must have felt it through their bond. He immediately sat down beside her, taking her hand in his warm grasp. "Wife, what’s wrong?"
Primrose forced herself to breathe deeply, shaking her head. "No, nothing. I’m fine." After a pause, she lifted her face and offered Dr. Celdric a polite smile. "Good morning, Doctor."
Dr. Celdric didn’t return her smile, but he did give a small nod. It seemed he also struggled to express emotion, much like her husband once had.
"Please, excuse me," Dr. Celdric said. His words were short but respectful. He sat across from her, placing his hands on hers and then gently over her stomach. Magic spread through her body like ripples in water as he reached for the life growing inside her.
The silence pressed down heavily, making Primrose feel as if the air itself was suffocating her. The longer his hands lingered, the more her anxiety grew.
[Don’t be afraid, my wife,] Edmund’s voice suddenly echoed in her mind. [We’ll face whatever comes, together.]
She tightened her grip on Edmund’s hand and looked at him quietly.
Yes, no matter what happened, her husband would always be by her side.
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