Madeline's POV
"Pregnant."
I repeated with distaste. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since Mary told me those words. Violet hadn't denied it either when Mark confronted her, so that meant it was true, she really was pregnant. But whose child was it? Was it Mateo's? Was it Mark's? Mary hadn't gotten that detail, and it had been eating away at my mental health ever since then.
I stopped at the window, staring out at the training grounds below. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in bloody oranges and deep purples. Warriors moved through their drills, but my eyes kept drifting toward the eastern gate.
A carriage had just rolled through.
Violet's carriage.
She had gone into town earlier, alone, or so the rumors said. I didn't know why, and at this moment, I didn't care enough to dig deeper. My mind was consumed with one thing only: Mateo.
