My plan was simple-find a way into the brothel where the surrogates were chosen, charm the king who had come to stake his claim, and with the help of a few herbs, fall pregnant.
With a royal brat in my belly, I could ask for anything I wanted. But my plan didn't include falling in love with the king, or that I would actually want to keep the child I carried.
Could I really betray the king I'd fallen in love with? And what about the child? The thought of putting it in danger sends daggers through my heart... But there's also the possibility that I won't be allowed to survive the birth. What then?
I don't know who or what to believe anymore.
Can I trust my heart, or will it betray me, too?