Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Chapter 215 Breaking Royal Protocol

Phoebe’s POV

I wasn’t thrilled about this particular rule. Since my pregnancy was still in its earliest stages, nobody could tell yet. My scent hadn’t shifted either, which would’ve been a dead giveaway to anyone with a decent nose.

It wasn’t that I wanted to keep it secret, but everything felt so messy right now.

Besides, I needed to tell Perry before anyone else found out. Well, Marcela already knew, but she didn’t count—she was a healer, after all.

While my food was being prepared, I climbed the stairs to the master bedroom on the second floor. I collapsed onto the bed and found myself staring blankly at the ceiling.

My hand drifted to my still-flat belly as I tried to picture what my baby might look like. I hoped they’d take after Perry—having a gorgeous baby like him would be amazing. I never thought much of my own looks, honestly. I avoided mirrors most of the time because I hated seeing my reflection staring back.

My imagination ran wild, picturing a tiny version of Perry wrapping their little fingers around my shirt. I could almost see them yawning or crying...

The image made me smile and filled my chest with warmth. I couldn’t wait to hold my baby.

That’s when Wade’s knock interrupted my daydream, announcing lunch was ready.

"Would you like me to bring your meal up here, my queen?"

His tone was respectful as always. I opened the door to find him bowing deeply.

He couldn’t be more than a year or two younger than me. As a freshly appointed warrior tasked with guarding the queen, he was obviously trying to make the best impression possible.

I’ll come down, I scribbled in my notebook. Since his head was still lowered, he missed it completely, so I tapped his shoulder.

"Oh, forgive me, my queen. I didn’t catch that."

I couldn’t help but laugh quietly. This young warrior was adorable. His cheeks actually turned red from embarrassment at missing my note.

"Right this way, my queen." He gestured awkwardly for me to go first. "Warrior Orion grilled some chicken, and I prepared a few sides. It might not match the palace kitchen, but if you need anything—anything at all—just let any of us know and we’ll handle it."

Only Perry, Marcela, and Timothy knew that I couldn’t taste food anymore. Everything was flavorless to me, but I wouldn’t crush their enthusiasm by sharing that detail.

Wade was practically bouncing with excitement as he rattled off the details before catching himself.

"Sorry, my queen, I’m talking your ear off." He rubbed his head, blushing again.

It’s fine—I enjoy having someone to chat with, I wrote, showing him the page. His face lit up with a grin.

"I get pretty chatty when I’m nervous. My apologies for that."

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