Alianna woke up in Marco’s bed the next morning with a much more settled head.
She was pregnant, by Marco. The future, future King of Italy and her betrothed. Feeling the flutter in her stomach and in her heart, Alianna rubbed her stomach gently as she stood up. Marco’s room was even more brilliant than hers.
Dark burgundy and grey, the powerful aesthetic screamed King.
Letting his soft blanket leave her body, Alianna padded on the black marble floors to his bathroom needing to pee bad. Confused as she felt a little bloated, Alianna went to the mirror thinking nothing of it. Only to stop dead at the changes already happening.
She wasn’t bloated.
Instead, Alianna looked like she was about to be fourteen weeks pregnant. Looking at the little bump that could be still hidden wi
