I Am Carrying the Grand Duke’s Child

“No one takes a woman of low birth seriously. You’re nothing more than his plaything, Rosie.”
Her comrade’s words were cruel, but true.
Rosie was a nameless knight with nothing to her name, while Arthur was a crown prince who had everything.
No matter how many times she confessed her feelings, he never returned them.
So, when Rosie discovered she was pregnant with his child, she ran away without looking back.
‘He’ll never grieve if I disappear.’
Even if she vanished from his life, that indifferent man wouldn’t bat an eyelid. In fact, he might even be relieved, glad to have one less inconvenience out of the way.
‘Then this is only fair.’
Holding her swollen belly close, Rosie fled under the cover of night, whispering those words to herself again and again, trying to believe them.