avy with Thorne' s chi

ss, she claimed,

e court physicians

ng on her silken sheets,

om Elara' s child can save me,"

or Isabelle and his new child, st

rit?" he demanded

at him, her

gone. Her child, in

she said, her voice barely a whi

ace twisted

uck he

it. You want my

ed her t

apital, for every cry of pain from the Governor's m

irit of a child th

from Isabelle, Thorne

prison camp where the Redwoo

eir," his message read. "

teward for each of Isabelle

ken in the cabin, he

she told Thorne again and

Isabelle' s life, his heir' s life,

people, were dying