I Sold My Heart To Forget Them—Now They Beg Me To Remember novel Chapter 12

Chapter 1

The women of our county are renowned for their blessed fertility, and I. Margaret Eldwood, an them.

100 favored among

In my former life, I was thus betrothed to the ailing Prince Edmund, means for bearing his heir.

Three months hence, I was found to be with child, a sign of God’s grace. When I gave birth, the babes were fraternal twins–a boy and a girl, hailed as a divine blessing. Even Prince Edmund, whose days were numbered, miraculously recovered through my nurturing presence.

The king was greatly pleased, vowing that upon the birth of my children, I would be named Princess of Eldwood

Yet on the day of my travail, Prince Edmund, wielding his sword, cruelly cut the babes from my womb and cast them to

the hounds. Bleeding and broken, I wept, asking why he would do such a thing.

“Three months more, and I would have healed and wed my betrothed, Lady Eleanor,” he spat.

“But you, under pretense of a blessed union, bore my children, compelling Eleanor to wed a base lord who brought her ti

her death through cruel maltreatment.”

He pierced my womb, rendering it barren, and cast me into a stranger’s crypt, sealing the stone.

“You claim your fertility can quicken even the barren?” he mocked. “Then bear a dead man’s child, or be guilty of

treason!”

Entombed, I suffocated, and all the women of my county were slaughtered for treason.

When my eyes opened again, I stood before the queen in her royal court, summoned to answer whether the tales of my fertility were true.

I fell to my knees, pleading. “Tis but a rumor, Your Majesty. Moreover, Prince Edmund, blessed by heaven, needs no such bride to preserve his line.”

The queen’s eyes betrayed disappointment, yet she pressed on.

“Rumors oft hold truth. Perchance you are indeed blessed with fertility. If there’s a chance to save my son

Besides, marriage to Edmund would be a boon for you, would it not?

My heart raced, seeking to refuse, when a frail voice echoed from without.

“Mother, I will not wed Lady Margaret. My heart belongs to Lady Eleanor alone.

I turned to meet Prince Edmund’s cold gaze.

He knelt beside me, his voice firm, “Mother, Lady Margaret spun tales of her fertility to ensnare me. Do not be deceived