Jessamyn struggled to hold on to hope, but her resolve was wavering. Panic surged through her as she attempted to move, only to find her legs suddenly heavy, almost as if they were bound by an invisible force. She gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as she staggered.
"Your Grace… are you alright?" Hamilton's voice was filled with concern as he reached out to steady her, his strong hands keeping her from falling.
Jessamyn could feel something constricting around her legs, preventing her from moving forward. "This can't be happening," she whispered, her voice trembling as she instinctively placed a protective hand over her belly. The life growing within her was a beacon of hope, but fear gnawed at her from all sides.
She couldn't allow herself to be captured, not by that woman. Jerrick's mother would stop at nothing to keep her prisoner, and Jessamyn knew the lengths to which she might go.
