Pregnant After My Husband's Three-Year Absence

Summary

My husband's long-lost love was finally getting married.

To make her regret leaving him, he abandoned Blackwood Manor and me, volunteering to serve in the desolate Frostbourne Marches.

I wrote ninety-nine letters, each sent with a flicker of hope, but not a single reply ever came.

By the third year, I had stopped writing. I was on my daybed, elegantly sipping the rich, restorative swallow's nest soup sent from the royal kitchens, when the door creaked open.

Then, suddenly, General Godfrey returned.