Chapter 91.

 Ignazio stared at Isabella, his heart pounding against his ribs like a caged beast desperate for escape.  “Princess…” His voice dripped with something deeper—something raw, something desperate.  Isabella refused to look at him, her gaze fixed somewhere beyond, past the walls, past the moment—anywhere but at him.   “Forgive me.” He continued, his voice strained, thick with regret, unwilling to walk away like she had ordered. He couldn’t.  “I will make things right, Princess. We could start again and live a peaceful life… with me, with you… with our baby.”  The room stilled.  Isabella’s breath caught in her throat.  Baby?  What baby?  Her lashes fluttered, and for the first time in forever, her eyes moved—finally landing on Ignazio. He saw the way confusion danced across her features, the way her lips parted slightly, as though forming words that refused to come.  “Baby?” Her voice was a breathless whisper, yet it echoed, slicing through the silence like a dagger.  “What baby