The next time would be different. He had tricked her into conception the first time. He’d spiked her tea with a mix of fertility potions, had weaned her off the contraceptive potions he’d made a habit of mixing into her drinks. The poor thing had been none the wiser, and so, so miserable when she realized what he had done, and even more so as the months had progressed and the proof of his invasion of her body became more and more visible.