The Illusion of Mercy

Vesperia's POV

The deafening crack of thunder shook the stone floor beneath my bare feet, a violent echo of the storm lashing against the windowpanes.

"Stupid?" The word scraped past my vocal cords, barely a whisper.

Was I? For agreeing to birth his heir when my own body felt so fragile? For actually buying into his performance when he defended me in front of the pack earlier? Or was the real s