Tonight, 100 words on exertion.
From Therese's POV
After she had miscarried of the baby, her physician had pleaded with her.
“You are getting older, Your Majesty. It is not safe for you to conceive again,” Dr. Abascal told her.
She had sighed. She was forty one and her childbearing days were soon coming to an end. This last pregnancy had taken a lot of her, but she wouldn’t allow anyone to ever know.
“Do not tell His Majesty,” Therese had told him.
She knew that if this news got back to the King, it would only give that harlot, Anna Everart, more ammo to move against her.
From Therese's POV
After she had miscarried of the baby, her physician had pleaded with her.
“You are getting older, Your Majesty. It is not safe for you to conceive again,” Dr. Abascal told her.
She had sighed. She was forty one and her childbearing days were soon coming to an end. This last pregnancy had taken a lot of her, but she wouldn’t allow anyone to ever know.
“Do not tell His Majesty,” Therese had told him.
She knew that if this news got back to the King, it would only give that harlot, Anna Everart, more ammo to move against her.