Could Not Kill The Child

"Proceed with it," King Tredor ordered but Gregor found it difficult to take even a single step ahead. 

"What are you waiting for?" the King called out amidst his reluctance. 

As if on cue, the knight with his sword pointed at Shanel moved, causing Shanel to let out a panicked cry. His sword touched the skin of her neck, causing a small nick that started to bleed. 

Gregor took a sharp intake of air before woodenly walking towards the brass pot. Taking the baby out of that bundle of thick cloth, he felt as if his soul was leaving his body as he put that tiny precious body in the cold water. 

As he reluctantly let go of his hands—

The next moment, that brass pot broke and the water flowed out of the cracks, spilling onto the floor, while the baby remained at the bottom of the pot, her body red from crying but still very much alive.