Elena strolled along the outer balcony of her room, enjoying the morning air and letting the sunlight soak into her pale skin. She offered a faint smile, returning the waves of the servants who greeted her from the grounds below.
For nearly nine months, these small moments had been her only real interaction, a brief distraction from the exhaustion and loneliness of her pregnancy.
"Miss," Emily said, emerging from the room with a tray of breakfast and vitamins.
Elena gave her a weary look. She was sick of the vitamins. If not for the life inside her that needed nourishment, she felt she might not eat at all.
"Do I still have to take these?" she complained as Emily helped her into a chair.
"Your feet are swollen, Miss," Emily noted, her gaze traveling from Elena’s feet up to her face, w
