Imagine you've been raised to be the perfect daughter: proper manners, raise your social status, get married to the king, have a son.
Now when you have your son you realize you have never wanted anything you had. You did it because it was expected. And you care for your family for sure, but you don't love them and it's stifling being there.
Your husband is fine with having only one child.
You have to, need to, get put of there. You can't be a mother, you hate it there. You need to get out or you'll die.














