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    I dropped my gaze, avoiding the sorrowful depths of his eyes, and replied with feigned indifference, “Your Highness, you should return to Molly. She needs you more than I do right now. I’m fine, truly.”


    With that, I attempted to sidestep him and walk into my room, but yton’s hand shot out, grasping my wrist in an earnest attempt to pull me into his embrace. Instinctively, I sidestepped him, causing him to halt mid-motion. In a hoarse whisper, he said, “Makenna, I don’t love Molly at all. My heart belongs solely to you. I don’t want this child.”


    He didn’t love Molly? I couldn’t help the bitter smile that crept onto my face, sarcasm threading my words. “Molly is already pregnant with your child and has moved into your home. And you im you have no feelings for her?”


    “It’s not like that!” yton insisted urgently, desperation evident in his tone. “I’ve been preupied with Molly’s situation these past few days, even arguing with my father about it. My heart is yours, and I don’t want this child, but my father is insistent…” He shut his eyes tightly, his voice growing heavy with bitterness. “My father was furious at my defiance and forced Molly to move in with me. This decision was his, not mine. Makenna, please believe me!”


    I fell silent, letting his words linger in the air. yton studied me anxiously, seeking my belief in his exnation. Looking up into his vulnerable eyes, I found myself asking with a trembling voice, “Can you… can you sense that child’s presence?”


    The light in yton’s eyes dimmed at once. He didn’t answer, the silence stretching painfully between us and confirming my fears.


    I closed my eyes, feeling as though all warmth had been swallowed by his unspoken truth. “In that case, you should take good care of Molly. After all, it’s your child, and it concerns your future as the heir.” I took a deep breath, striving for calm, but every word felt like a knife to my heart.


    Suddenly, yton pulled me into his arms, his voice morphing into a tortured growl. “You’re the only one I care about, Makenna. I only love you!”


    I struggled against his hold, but his grip was unyielding, pinning me in ce. With a sigh of defeat, I mustered thest of my strength to ask, “Don’t you care about the throne at all?”


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    His body tensed, as if my question had caught him off guard. Though I knew I could never rival the throne in his heart, his reaction made my heart plummet. His grip loosened slightly, and seizing the moment, I pushed him away.


    “I’m tired and need to rest. Please leave, Your Highness.” I summoned all my strength to say those words, masking my turbulent emotions beneath a facade of calm.


    “Makenna…” yton started, reaching out to grasp my hand, but at that moment, a servant burst in, flustered and breathless. “Your Highness, Molly is not feeling well. Please go and see her.”


    yton hesitated, and I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. In his heart, the child Molly carried still held greater significance. With resolve, I pushed yton toward the door. “You should go see Molly. I don’t need you right now.”


    After saying that, I turned and firmly closed the door behind me, leaving him on the other side.


    Makenna’s POV:


    As the door clicked shut, I leaned weakly against it, tears finally breaking free in a torrent of grief. Covering my face, I let the sobs wrack my body, a painful release I could no longer contain.


    “Makenna! Open the door! Let’s talk about this!” yton’s voice came from the other side,ced with anxiety as he knocked intermittently.


    I ignored him, sinking onto the bed and burying my head in the quilt, allowing my tears to soak the fabric beneath me.


    “Your Highness, Molly is still waiting for you,” a servant urged from outside. “If you don’t go, His Majesty will be displeased.”


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