Chapter 6

• Mary's POV
• "What did you just say?" I jerked in horror. I never expected to hear this, never in my dreams. Getting pregnant for Prince George was a great privilege, at the same time, it was a great challenge.
• "So I'll not be able to marry my own husband-" I raised my head to the prince. I felt embarrassed at this so I quickly kept quiet. Who wouldn't rush to get pregnant for such a charming prince like this and here I am thinking of going to marry someone else.
• His stern eyes which cascaded over me made me look stupid, I couldn't just imagine I just said that.
• I cleared my throat. "Forgive me, your highness. Perhaps it's adrenaline--it's shock working," I stammered. His stern eyes raised away from me with a sigh. I was praying inside of me he wouldn't get angry. Ever since he took me to prison, a slight fear of him has come over me. Despite the fact that we had sex didn't make him any equal to me.
• "Doctor, how is the baby, I hope everything is perfect?"
• "Yes, sure!" The doctor nodded. I sighed. Deep inside of me, I was filled with both bliss and at the same time my heart was shaking. My thoughts went to the royal family, what if they discovered I wasn't his real mate, what if Lucy refused to accept being me.....?
• A lot of thoughts came through my mind as I sat here beside George. I raised my eyes to him but I couldn't speak, I might say something dumb again, I thought to myself.
• "What are you busy thinking?" George's deep tone loomed over me that I jerked backwards.
• "Huhh?"
• "I mean..... "
• "Stop being awkward, let's go!" As soon as he said this, he stood on his feet stretching out his hand to me, I took it and stood up. My heart beat so fast with adrenaline rocking my body as we returned to our apartment.
• It was even more intense for me now that he knew I wasn't his mate. Before he didn't know but now he knew.
• Towards reaching our apartment, we saw some of the staff emerging from the apartment, he leaned towards my ear. "You've got to pretend well, you know how these people could talk. Your awkwardness would make us suspected."
• More of what I was paying attention to happened to be the thrill of his face coming close to my ear, left with just a little, I'll giggle at the effect of this. His scent washed over me, deep down there in my core, I felt some deep sensations.
• I looked up at him and blushed.
• He gave me a weird look. "Are you even sure you followed what I said?" His eyes spoke out so loud even though he didn't say anything but I understood it all. I chuckled in my throat, everything he did now amused me. Upon remembering what he just told me should first start with him, he cleared his throat, his face cleared. That radiance which had always added glow to his face came up.
• He slid his hand over my waist as they came closer. My body began to itch me, I would've started shaking but this too will be weird. The fear of being discovered was great, so I forced myself under check.
• "Your highness!" They bowed as they passed.
• We went into our apartment, I dropped to the couch on the living room of the first floor. "I just feel like staying here for a while," I laughed nervously.
• "Why?" He asked. My eyes blinked several times, I scanned from one part of the room to another, I didn't know what to say to him. Wasn't that a perfect response for--A perfect idea came to mind at this point.
• "I'm pregnant, so I'm feeling quite.... "
• "Heyy," his deep voice interrupted me, causing me to jerk up on the couch.
• "What's that?"
• "The doctor told me everything is perfect, so you're not going to use that as an excuse. Is that clear?" His eyes widened, I shook at seeing this other side of him. He seemed quite desperate. I waved my hand nervously.
• "Hum--I'm sorry."
• "You better convert that apology into actions!" I sensed this as a warning. He jogged up the stairs leaving me in thought.
• "What if he's using me to get revenge on my sister? What will happen when they are back together?" I shrugged my shoulders. I was thrown into a dilemma where I didn't want to leave George, he's just too hot and charming to have as a husband, even as a sex mate but coming to the risk attached to it.
• "Didn't they say having great things comes with relating with great risks?" I recited one of the old clichés I've been hearing lately, this pushed some courage inside of me, I rose up and followed him. Hearing my footsteps behind him, he stopped.
• "Where are you heading to?" I could sense some sarcasm in his tone, I glared at the stares as I walked towards him, this to avoid answering the questions.
• His hand jerked me up with sudden motion, my eyes met with his. I gave a slight grin. "Come with me," he turned swiftly. As we walked up the stairs, I couldn't help admire his gentlemanly attitudes which were marked by a bit of aloofness, this was fucking interesting. Heat cascaded over my body.
• He took me to our bedroom. "What are we going to do here?" I furrowed my eyes, showing some confused expression. "I thought we were going to the kit-, I mean dinning room."
• Reality was striking me as well, I was hungry and really needed to eat something good. No one would compare the food at the prison with the one prepared by the chef here.
• He jerked his head to the side, as his eyelids brushed up. I was beginning to get used to this romantic eye talk of his. He was so perfect you could do all he said with just his eye gestures.