The Scarred Queen's Rise (Athena) novel Chapter 707

Chapter 707

Chapter 707

Natasha’s pupils constricted sharply.

‘What exactly am I so afraid of?‘ she thought. ‘But if I tell them the truth, will anyone even believe me? What if I tell them I’m not from this world, just a wandering soul from another realm? Will they burn me at the stake as a monster?‘

When she first came here with complete consciousness, she was just a newborn baby.

At that time, she could distinctly hear the wailing cries and agonized screams echoing all around her.

Her mother, Pamela, suffered a massive hemorrhage while giving birth to her.

Blood gushed everywhere, soaking the bed and pooling on the floor. Natasha stared in horror at Pamela’s ghostly pale face, her ears ringing with Pamela’s hysterical, blood–curdling screams.

Blood seeped out from under the threshold, snaking across the grey bricks and staining them a sinister, dark red.

She would never forget Alfred’s desperate, agonized scream when the midwife asked with a trembling voice, “Do you want to save the mother or the child?”

her child. Nor could she ever

She could never forget Pamela, barely clinging to life, yet stubbornly whispering that she w forget how she emerged screaming from a pool of blood, only for the mother she would never meet to close her eyes forever.

In this era, for women, childbirth was like walking through the gates of hell.

She had personally witnessed a neighbor’s wife die from postpartum hemorrhage and had heard countless tales of women dying in childbirth circulating throughout the neighborhood.

The mere thought of one day facing the same mortal perils of childbirth when she got married made fear constrict her heart like a

venomous serpent.

Natasha was trembling uncontrollably. Athena quickly wrapped her in a comforting embrace and asked gently, “Natasha, what are you afraid of? Can you tell me?”

In Athena’s eyes, Natasha had always been utterly fearless, tough as nails.

But now, huddled in Athena’s arms, she seemed as helpless as a newborn.

Natasha looked at Athena, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, and asked softly, “Athena, are you afraid of giving birth?”

Athena’s expression froze for a moment. “Is that what you’re so afraid of?”

“My mother died of massive bleeding during difficult labor when she gave birth to me. Nancy from down the street also died the same way as she was delivering her third child. They both died. Doesn’t that scare you, Athena?” Natasha asked.

Tears shimmered in her clear eyes.

She was terrified. So terrified.

Athena felt Natasha’s hands and feet turn ice–cold, her body trembling faintly.

Athena was genuinely surprised, thinking, ‘So the real reason Natasha had been putting off her marriage all this time was because

she was terrified of childbirth.‘

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Chapter 707

Athena gently reassured her, “Natasha, you’ll be fine. I know medicine. I can ensure you deliver the baby safely. Besides, there are royal physicians and experienced midwives here. You’re in good hands.”

She didn’t dare to make a foolproof guarantee.

After all, for women, childbirth was like walking through the valley of the shadow of death, and no one could predict what might happen.

Athena could only offer soft words of comfort, hoping to ease some of the profound fear gripping Natasha’s heart.

A few days later, Athena noticed that Xander hadn’t been feeling well lately.

But when Athena checked Xander’s pulse, his vital signs were robust, showing no signs of illness whatsoever.

Athena noticed he often clutched his stomach and sometimes dry–heaved.

Athena was utterly baffled by these symptoms. Even medication brought no improvement.

The heavy, greasy food no longer sat well with him.

Even with light, simple meals every day, he still barely ate anything.

Athena, frantic with worry, hurried to find Alexandra and tell her everything.

Alexandra gasped sharply in astonishment upon hearing this. Flustered, she clutched Athena’s hand, her gaze turning strangely knowing.

Athena was so absorbed in Xander that she failed to notice Alexandra’s odd reactions.

Counting on her fingers, Athena said anxiously, “Xander has been suffering from dry heaving, can’t stomach greasy food, and sometimes experiences dizziness…”

As Athena went on, Alexandra’s worried frown gradually faded, replaced by a look of relief.

“Athena, did you happen to step on Xander’s shoes during your wedding ceremony?” she asked.

Athena stared at Alexandra in astonishment. “Alexandra, does this have anything to do with Xander’s condition?”

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