"Are you okay, Isabella?!"
Stella and Swan were both helping Isabella, she was puking harshly, for the last few days she wasn't feeling quite well, now all of the sudden while gardening, she puked.
It took several spits before Isabella fell with a pale countenance.
"I don't feel very well."
"We should take you to the capital."
"Did you take your potion, Isabella?" Stella frowned and asked, earning Isabella's evasive gaze.
"What do you mean, of course-" Swan interjected.
"I didn't... I didn't take anything... to stop pregnancy."
"..." The queen and concubine were left speechless.
"W-What are you talking about, Isabella...?"
"Stella, I didn't prevent it in any way... please, don't judge me." What Isabella desired so much might be happening just now, yet she felt nothing but apprehension, it wasn't in her plans that these ladies would be here to realise everything.
"He's your son!" Stella growled.