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.

everything, Archie,”

duty,” Archie replied, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead. After bidding her goodnight, he left the

the door closed behind him, Imogen’s

But for some reason, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was both

well, yet at the same time, it seemed impossible

ever, but there was a sense of detachment in his care. Whenever she tried to get closer to him, he would stiffen as though he

wife, right? Shouldn’t their kisses and embraces be

figure it out, but the unease

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

she had even grabbed Archie’s hand and asked, “Do you

comforting and

heartfelt, spoken with such sincerity it felt like a vow. His words