167 An Heir is Born
"Ugh!" Freya groaned and paced the room back and forth, she had an aching pressure building in her abdomen.
Every hour the pain grew more and more persistent, it was becoming especially bothersome now.
"So I called for the royal physicians!" Jude gulped worriedly, "They should be here soon."
A bead of cold sweat ran down Freya's forehead, her red hair stuck to her neck.
"Are you sure you're well?" Jude questioned for the fifth time.
"I'm fine," Freya insisted, "Where is the king? ... and WHERE is Harriet?!"
"Ah yes, of course!" Jude sprung to her feet and hovered at the door, her hand paused before turning the knob.
"But... I don't want to leave you alone, what if-"
"I'm not having the child without Sebastian and Harriet here!" Freya puffed a long painful breath.
Jude nodded her head quickly and rushed out to fulfill the exhausted queen's request.
The truth was, Freya was scared.