Return of the Crowned Heiress

Imogen was still recovering from childbirth. She took a short walk in the garden to clear her mind before returning to her room.

Back in her room, Archie brought a basin of water to wash her feet. After drying them, he helped her settle into bed, tucking the blanket around her with a gentle smile “It’s getting late. Time to sleep,”

Imogen found it odd and tugged on Archie’s hand. “Aren’t you going to sleep with me?”

Archie patiently reassured her, “I’ll stay in the guest room until you’ve fully recovered, I don’t want to disturb you if I wake up in the middle of the night to check on the baby,”

“oh Alright.” Although disappointed, Imogen accepted his explanation. After all, Archie often got up at night to care for the baby in the nursery next door.

The maids frequently praised Archie to her, saying that although he was a new father, he was incredibly attentive and considerate to both the baby and her. It made

them envy her.

Imogen telt the same way.

for everything, Archie,” she said

Archie replied, leaning down to place a kiss on

the door closed behind him, Imogen’s smile faded, and her expression turned

be happy. But for some reason, she couldn’t shake

the same time, it seemed impossible

care. Whenever she tried to get

husband and wife, right? Shouldn’t their

but the unease in her continued to

if she was suffering from postpartum depression or simply overthinking things. Was that why

grabbed Archie’s hand and asked,

ages comforting and assuring Imogen

declaration was tender and heartfelt, spoken with such sincerity it felt like a