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As Danika read through the book, the felt all the color drain from her face. Her hands became sweaty and her throat went dry like sandpaper.

Oh...Creator! No, please, it can't be...

Most of these signs and symptoms here, she has them. All these while, she'd thought that she was sick because of the King's coldness towards her and his upcoming marriage to Princess Kamara.

But...

She swallowed tightly. No, no, she can't be pregnant. No, there's a mistake somewhere.

Madamn Baski had told her that she can't get pregnant because of the herbs she'd gave her on her second night with the king.

So, there's just no way that she's pregnant!

"Danika, you just can't be...!" She consoled herself in a whispered. It's all a coincidence. It just can't be...!