The rare present

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The next morning, the sunlight seethed into the white sparkling bedroom.

On the queen-sized bed, Eleanor was sitting on the bed with an expressionless face. She was fiddling with her fingers, and her stomach was grumbling in hunger but she struggled to survive it all.

"I'm sorry baby, but you have to bear it okay," she was saying, now rubbing her belly smoothly.

Eleanor doesn't want to go out of the room, she was scared and unsettled that the minute she goes out of the room that she will be forced to abort the baby.

Throughout yesterday, King Spencer has been knocking on the door, begging and pleading with her to open the door but she didn't budge.

Princess Cecilia came as well, she kept on knocking and struggling to open the door but she still didn't listen to them.

Willow and Amaya came as well, imploring her to open the door and not stay hungry because of the child. But still, she was scared that her child would be taken away from it.

It was obvious to her tha