Her belly was already obviously protruding, seeming tiring even when sitting.
But this carriage had double row bench seats and she could not lie down.
She leaned against the carriage, her injured arm hanging loosely, her eyes closed in sleep, a slight frown on her brow.
She seemed to be quite uncomfortable.
No wonder, her legs were not good to begin with, and now she was pregnant and had an injured arm.
Even imagining it made him feel pained.
Ordinarily, he only found her scatterbrained, outrageous, stubborn beyond belief and hard to communicate with, everything about her proving bothersome.
But seeing her in this state right now, he inexplicably found her pitiful.
Why did the royal family's power struggle have to drag in such a poor little creature like her?
Despite her leg problem, she was still the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, she could've lived comfortably and carefree within the manor walls.
