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,

to place a kiss on her forehead. After

Imogen’s smile faded, and

But for some reason, she

knew him well, yet at the same time, it seemed impossible to understand what

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

and wife, right? Shouldn’t their

out, but the unease

to wonder if she was suffering from postpartum depression or simply overthinking

hand

had spent ages comforting and assuring Imogen he still loved

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