I can help you

“You want to do it? Now?” I frowned. “Aren't you a little dressed up just for a conversation?” I pointed out, looking at him once more.

He blushed, glancing down at his clothes before he lifted his gaze. “I had to dress up since I'm meeting the queen. I didn't want to seek disrespect.”

“You didn't have to do it.” I sat up, biting back the pain that threatened to escape my lips at my action. I didn't like how much this pregnancy was affecting me today.

He must have noticed my discomfort because he took a throw pillow from the couch he was sitting on and walked over to my side. “Permit me to serve you, my queen.”

I nodded, not saying a word because I knew a painful moan would be the first thing I let out. Bowing to me, he placed the pillow behind me. However, instead of walking back to the couch he was sitting on, he knelt in front of me.

“I can help you, my queen,” he offered, answering my questions without me voicing them out.

“How?” I managed to let the word out without moaning i