Chapter 78 – Cedric POV
I never thought I'd say this.
But I'm tired of having sex.
Not in the "oh, I've had too much pleasure" kind of way. No. More like the "if I see another lace nightgown, I'm going to jump out the window" kind of way.
It's every day now—except one.
The concubines rotate like it's a shift schedule at a factory. Different perfume. Same dead eyes.
They're all trying to get pregnant, of course. An heir for House Callum. A legacy. Whatever.
But people are starting to look at me funny.
The staff. The vassals. Even the kitchen maid gave me a pitying look yesterday when she handed me my tea.
Because it's been months, and not a single one is pregnant.
The Duchess, ever so graceful, has sent me gifts—special drinks, concoctions, "fertility boosters."
One of them smelled like feet and burnt cinnamon. Another had an ingredient I swear to God was labeled "penis of a forest lizard."
A penis. Of a what?
It's insulting on multiple levels.
I died a virgin.
