The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 229. You are a fool.

Chapter 229: 229. You are a fool.

But now that it was morning, he was wondering if he really knew her well.

He suddenly felt a tug at his chest as he touched his feet to the ground and rose from the table. He took a step and he was standing in front of her door.

Without hesitation, he turned the doorknob.

She was still there.

Laying on the bed with her back turned to him, a small wretched blanket covering half of her lower-body to half her upper-body. Now that he was seeing it in daylight, her hair had dulled.

It wasn’t shining as bright as he remembered. He wondered why.

He wanted to take a step in but then he withdrew that action and closed the door.

"A small bowl of water and a small cloth. Thank you Mileka." He said and walked past her. "Although I doubt she would accept it." He suddenly pauses in front of the door that leads outside. "She can be quite stubborn and proud, you see." Were the last things he said before walking out the door.

...

"Barak!" Barak looked up from the horse he was feeding in shock as Mileka suddenly ran out of the housing shouting his name.

"I_ I mean Your Highness, I think you should see this for yourself." She says in a panicked state, using that same worried expression to switch glances between Barak and Rug who sat on a log chewing a dried twig.

"What is the matter?" Barak asked.

And when Mileka opened her mouth and said what was causing her such panic, the apple in Barak’s hand fell to the ground as his eyes widened in disbelief.

It couldn’t be.

She couldn’t possibly be—

...

He runs to where she is being kept and without any thought, he pulls the door open, takes a step inside the room without closing it. She was on her feet, looking out the window, her back was turned to him, his breathing was unstable and fast.

He tried to slow it down, tried to calm himself down as his eyes swept up and down her back that was turned to him.

Slowly, she was turning and before he could even see her face, he could already see the side of her stomach. It was longer than last night. Much more longer. The more she turned the more his eyes widened.

Soon, she stood there, with her full front facing him and speechlessly his mouth remained open matching his eyes that were still open so wide. He could not believe nor understand what he was seeing.

His dear Spitfire, she— she was bloated! She was looking like a gourd! How? Why? When? What happened and what was going on?!

He could not wrap his head around the entire thing. All he could do was stare at her without a word.

Her long red hair dropped behind her, her arms wrapped around her big round stomach, her big green eyes glistening with tears, her cheeks and lips he noticed now were plumper than before. Her nose was bigger and redder...

She was as beautiful as he remembered and lords help him, he was shocked beyond words to see her like this but he could not deny that she looked extremely adorable like this.

She really resembled a gourd!

From how long her stomach was in front of her, he could tell that she was nothing less than seven months gone.

"Y_" The words halted in his throat as he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. His hand reached for the part of his chest where he could feel his heartbeat. His eyes moved from her face to her protruding stomach and a million things went in and out of his head.

He suddenly scoffed.

His scoff morphed into laughter and at that point Neriah could only wonder what was funny about the current situation, but then she could suddenly think of a reason for that weird reaction of his...

"So, you were with child?" He asked and laughed again as though his very words were the best joke of the century. Neriah could again tell that his words were not a question nor was he laughing because he thought of it as a joke. His laugh, she could tell, was a mocking laugh. He was mocking her and himself.

A mocking laughter because of what she was sure he was already concluding in his head.

She could tell that what she feared was exactly what he was thinking and what he would say.

"So you even went as far as to carry his child." The tears she had held back in her eyes finally made their way to her cheeks as he said those words. She knew it... she knew that was what he was thinking.

And she knew she wasn’t supposed to hurt, she knew everything was her fault for never being a person to be trusted, for being a damned liar but still, it hurt.

It hurt her so badly to hear him say those words. And she hated him for believing that. She could not blame him for believing that, but she hated him for still doing so.

"You are a fool." The words left her lips with no sort of remorse following them. Instead she glared daggers at him as she said those words.

"What?" He said and took a step further into the room, away from the door where he had remained standing all this while.

"You heard me, prince Barak Der Drache!" She barked. "You are a fool!" Lords she hated him because she loved him so much and all she could see in his eyes as he stared at her now was anger and maybe an equal amount of hate.

"Watch your mouth woman!" He warned as he drew nearer to her.

"Or what! You will hit a pregnant woman?! Go on! Do it!!" She dared him. Taking a daring step toward him, pushing her big stomach in front of him.