Pregnant…
The word echoed in my mind like a stone dropped into still water, ripples spreading outward until they reached every corner of my chest.
I have never considered… getting pregnant before.
For twelve thousand years, sex had been but a game — a performance, a weapon, a way to be seen, to matter.
Babies? Legacy?
That was for queens like Sakura nee-sama, for my sisters who had purpose beyond screaming for attention.
Not for me. Not for the ordinary one who had to be the loudest, the lewdest, the most forgettable in reverse.
But now, with Ben-sama standing here, his blue eyes soft and patient, the idea didn't feel impossible. It felt like a door I had never noticed before — terrifying, beautiful, and suddenly wide open.
Yes, if Ben-sama might be forever hoarded by the Amazons, there is a sliver of chance he himself would rebel against them IF he had something extremely important to warrant it.
I never knew why I hadn't thought of it before.
