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,” she

place a kiss on her forehead. After

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

some reason, she

time, it seemed impossible to understand what was going on in

was a sense of detachment in his care. Whenever she tried to get closer

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

couldn’t figure it out, but the unease

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

afternoon, she had even grabbed Archie’s hand

and assuring Imogen he still loved

and heartfelt, spoken with such sincerity it felt like a vow. His words made her cheeks flush and her