She struggled against them, her body weak from days of barely eating, but her spirit refusing to yield.
"Please," she cried again, her voice echoing down the cold stone corridor.
"I beg you, do not take me to him."But her pleas were in vain. The guards' grip tightened, their pace quickening.
The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, each step bringing her closer to Theodore's chamber, to the man who now held all the power.
Reina's thoughts turned to the life growing inside her, a fragile hope in the midst of her despair.
She had to protect her child, had to find the strength to endure. But the weight of her grief and fear pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe, hard to think.
