Third Person POV
Carissa wobbled to the threadbare mattress, holding her back, her small gasps echoing in the chamber of the dungeon as the guard frowned and glanced at his partner. "Get the midwife" he mouthed behind her back.
The other guard gave a nod and began to spring up the stairs as Carissa sat on the mattress and groaned, feeling nothing but pain shoot up her legs. She was restrained in iron cuffs that dug into her flesh painfully. She glowered at the guard who tried to stare stoically at the wall, under strict orders not to interact with the prisoner, no matter that she was the queen. King Dominic would kill him otherwise, the guard had no doubts about that, so he blinked and fixed his eyes on the far wall, deliberately avoiding her gaze.
"It hurts" moaned Carissa, as she roc
