Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Chapter 111

Seraphina’s Point of View

"The southern gate carriage has departed, My Lady," Delia said, her voice filled with a subtle, tense relief as she pulled back the drapes of my bedchamber windows.

I leaned against the headboard, my hands resting protectively over the my belly. Bastian had took Sarina to visit her parents’ home back in the Amber Fire territory. He had left before dawn, eager to appease his new concubine.

"Help me up, Delia," I commanded.

"But Lady Seraphina, the palace physician ordered strict bed rest for ten days!" Delia gasped anxiously, rushing forward to grab my slippers. "If Master Bastian returns and finds you out of your chambers—"

"While they are not at home, I refuse to rot in this dark prison while that snake’s perfume still hangs in our corridors!" I snapped, my voice shaking with a bitter rage. "Fetch the other housemaid. I am taking the two of you to the private royal garden for some fresh air."

Delia didn’t dare to argue further. Backed by my insistence, the two maids carefully supported my elbows as we walked slowly down the stone paths of the inner palace. The mountain air slightly easing the paranoia that had consumed my thoughts since the wedding night.

For an hour, I walked among the frost-covered winter blooms, desperately trying to convince myself that I still held control over Bastian’s heart and the future Luna’s crown.

However, on the way back toward the eastern wing, we were passing by the narrow stone steps nestled right next to the towering pine tree bordering the servant quarters. The ground was slick with frost, but my boots were treaded.

Suddenly, I felt my right leg violently bend inward at the knee joint, as if a shockwave had struck my muscle. Before a gasp could even escape my throat, I was aggressively pushed forward from behind by an unseen force.

"Lady Seraphina!" Delia shrieked, her fingers clawing frantically at my cloak.

The impact was too fast, the momentum entirely unnatural. The two maids couldn’t hold me back at all, their grips slipping against my sleeves as our bodies were propelled down the stone steps.

In a desperate, split-second panic to shield my belly, one of them propped herself up violently on the ground, her arm snapping with a loud crack, causing the three of them to fall together in a chaotic, crushing heap at the base of the pine tree.

A sharp, blinding agony exploded across my midsection as my hips slammed hard against the jagged rocks. I was deeply frightened and squeezed beneath the weight of the falling servants, the terrifying sensation of an internal tearing making my breath catch in my throat.

"My belly... oh moon goddess , my belly!" I screamed out, a terror taking control of my mind as I immediately experienced a sharp, excruciating abdominal pain that made the entire garden spin in circles.

Delia, weeping hysterically despite her bruised shoulders, dragged herself up and began to shout frantically for the guards.

Within minutes, the courtyard was a blur of shouting warriors. When I was carried back to the bedroom and laid across the bed, the horror was already undeniable... I was already bleeding heavily, the blood stain rapidly blooming across my linen skirts.

The emergency tore through the palace hierarchy. Bastian’s mother, Vivienne, rushed through the door first, her face twisted into a mask of pure fear as she clutched her hair. Right behind her, Mrs. Margot marched into the room, her eyes scanning the blood on the floor with an intense, unreadable sharpness.

Even Fred’s mother—who had been staying in the guest wing after the wedding banquet—came. They were all crowding the bedside with an overwhelming, suffocating noise.

The physician rushed straight to the bed, his hands trembling as he pressed his fingers firmly against my radial artery to run a rapid pulse test.

"Save the child, physician!" Vivienne wailed hysterically, grabbing the old man’s robes. "You must save my grandchild"

The doctor diagnosed my pulse with a deeply sigh, his face turning completely pale as he looked up at the gathering women.

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