Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, the thrill of forbidden desire pulsed through her veins, igniting a fire deep within her. The prospect of intimacy with a man of such power and influence was intoxicating. But a pang of fear and uncertainty gnawed at her. The idea of bearing another man's child, a child that would forever bind her to him, filled her with dread.
She knew she had no choice. The Prime Minister's offer was a lifeline, a chance to make her family and feel the joy of being a mother. Yet, the thought of submitting to his desires, of becoming a vessel for his seed, chilled her to the bone.
"Do I have a choice?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. She knew the answer, of course. She was a pawn in a dangerous game, a sacrifice on the altar of ambition.
Mustering her courage, she met his gaze. "Do you guarantee that I'll conceive after... after doing this?"
