Whitney stood again before the king and queen after the prince’s lengthy persuasion. She saw Carl as she arrived, already present with her sister, Melissa.
He lightly stroked Whitney’s arm, reassuringly. It seemed Melissa had already told everything before Whitney arrived.
“So that’s really true.”
“Yes, Whitney clearly told me so. She saw the second prince push him off the cliff. It’s hard to believe… but she said so.”
Melissa, with a pale face, wept on the floor. Whitney knew too well that her tears were fake. She had often cried tears that wouldn’t flow to attract attention when their father was alive.
“Miss Whitney, did Chester really try to kill Carl?”
Intimidated by the emperor’s angry voice, Whitney shrank. She trembled all over. Though she was not mute, for some reason, no voice came out.
The king’s gaze suggested that if it were true, he would not let it pass this time.
Whitney shook her head, attempting to speak the truth. But only her lips moved; no voice came out.
‘No. Prince Chester did not try to kill Prince Carl!’
Distressed by her voicelessness, Whitney turned to Carl, noticing a slight smirk on his lips.
Her voice never reached others. The moment Whitney’s gaze met Chester’s blue eyes, his expression seemed resigned, signaling her not to say anything.
News came that Prince Chester had been imprisoned.
Whitney still couldn’t speak. Suddenly mute, she didn’t know why.
“You should have been kinder. You can’t even say a word, forcing me to step in?”
“…….”
Whitney desperately grabbed Melissa’s skirt. Irritated by her action, Melissa brushed off her hand.
“What are you doing? Do you know how much this is worth? What’s wrong with you?!”
Melissa wiped her hands with a handkerchief, disgusted by Whitney’s touch.
Whitney pointed at the newspaper, gesturing to Melissa.
“Can’t you see? He’s been detained. They might not let it pass this time.”
Wasn’t it supposed to be just a warning? Chester was a prince, too. She had believed Carl’s words.
‘Did I really think it would just pass?’
Whitney couldn’t firmly deny her own question, feeling suffocated by her own dread.
“What? You’re feeling guilty now, even though you said Chester pushed him?”
I didn’t say he pushed him.
Unable to speak, Whitney couldn’t say anything. Melissa and Prince Carl had spoken on her behalf.
She wanted to say it. She would have, if only she had a voice.
“The prince invited you. Get ready quickly. You must go too.”
Whitney’s eyes widened in shock. Clutching her dress, she felt uneasy, as if deceiving Melissa.
Did Melissa know about Prince Carl kissing Whitney and whispering love to her?
Seeing her sister’s elated demeanor, Whitney turned away without further comment.
As Whitney passed the large, golden main gate, the neatly manicured lawn came into view. She had occasionally attended banquets at the royal palace, but they were usually held in the banquet hall in the right wing next to the main palace.
Whitney quietly absorbed the landscape outside the carriage as she passed the courtyard leading to the main palace.
Trees lined up neatly, trimmed in perfect rows, and flowers bloomed here and there.
Under the clear sky, the palace was filled with vibrant green, yet it somehow seemed desolate.
When the carriage stopped in the courtyard of the main palace, someone extended a hand to escort them out.
“Oh, Prince Carl.”
Melissa took Carl’s hand, stepping down from the carriage with a melting smile. Soon after, Carl extended his hand to Whitney.
She cautiously took his warm hand, his red eyes burning like the scorching sun.
“Thank you for the invitation. Whitney is still unable to speak.”
“Is that so? Well, Lady Whitney, you need to go somewhere else for a while.”
As Whitney tilted her head, Carl gestured, and knights appeared. Startled, she clung to his coat.
“Don’t worry. It’s just an inquiry.”
Carl whispered softly in her ear, “Since you can’t speak, questions will be useless. It’s fortunate for you, Whitney.”
“…….”
Whitney slowly nodded.
‘I wonder what will happen to Prince Chester.’
Carl kissed Whitney’s hand and was about to join Melissa, but Whitney grabbed his coat again.
“Do you have something to say?”
Whitney nodded. Melissa, noticing their interaction, interrupted.
“She’s upset about the news of Prince Chester’s imprisonment. Don’t mind her.”
Melissa smiled broadly, hooking her arm into Carl’s and urging him to walk. She didn’t forget to look back at Whitney.
‘I wish I could smile like that too.’
She remembered the day her father held her in his arms, laughing with her stepmother. Melissa’s expression then was just the same. Whitney never forgot that day.
How could she? Because of Melissa’s tears, Whitney, who was in her father’s arms, had to give her place to someone else for the first time. Young Whitney didn’t like it.
It felt like her only remaining parent was being taken away. Despite clinging to her father, he eventually held Melissa. Whitney turned away, watching the three of them.
Feeling out of place, as if she shouldn’t be there, she wondered if they would be happier without her. Backing away, she tripped and fell onto the road.
“Whitney!”
Her father’s voice turned her head as she felt an embrace and the world went dark.
Memories flooded Whitney, and she clenched her fist. It was a vivid recollection from 12 years ago.
Whitney, taken to the interrogation room with the knights, shrank under the oppressive atmosphere. A man who appeared to be the captain of the guards slammed the table and demanded, “Answer me! Did you really see Prince Chester push him from the cliff? Tell us where and how you saw it.”
Unable to speak, Whitney felt frustrated. She shook her head, but the knights, thinking she was refusing to speak, pressed her further.
“If you won’t speak, there’s nothing we can do.”
“Captain, an order has been issued.”
The man, referred to as the captain, ran his hand roughly through his hair and sighed.
A decision on Prince Chester? Whitney quickly looked up at the captain. She snatched a piece of paper in front of him and wrote:
[Prince Chester did not push him! I didn’t even see his back.]The captain, after reading the note, looked at Whitney. He gestured to a knight and said, “The witness has changed her statement. It seems we have no choice but to keep her detained.”
“Really? Even though she’s the daughter of the Duke of Orleans?”
“Lock her up. She might change her story again. If she confirms what she saw, then we can release her.”
Whitney was led out of the interrogation room by the knights.
‘Please don’t do this! I’ve told the truth, why…?’
Taken to the jail, she grabbed the bars and silently screamed. However, the person who imprisoned her did not look back.
“Ask her again in an hour.”
“Understood.”
“Don’t release her if she speaks nonsense. Since she seems unable to talk, give her paper and a pen.”
The knights’ gazes were fixed on her, whispering and constantly looking her way.
Whitney, haunted by bad memories, slumped down. She curled up, waiting for her breathing to calm.
‘It’s okay. It’s nothing.’
But no matter how much she repeated it, her heart wouldn’t settle. Memories of her mother’s harsh words, finger-pointing, and blameful remarks echoed in her ears, making it hard to breathe.
“Just close your eyes and breathe slowly.”
A soft voice made Whitney focus on her own breathing. Following the unexpected guidance, she inhaled and exhaled slowly, gradually calming her breath.
After a while, Whitney, her eyes stained with tears, lifted her head.
‘Who helped me?’
Turning towards the source of the voice, she saw a pair of blue eyes staring at her. Whitney gasped and covered her mouth in shock.
The beautiful golden hair, which is said to be inherited by the bloodline of the Kingdom of Leowen, shone even in the dim light. The golden hair was like threads of gold woven together.
Upon seeing his eyes, Whitney was reminded of the sea and also the Belende Lake behind the summer palace.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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