After 300 years of marriage, I'm finally pregnant with his dead lover

For 300 years, he fed me his blood every day. He said it was for the baby. Then I heard him tell his men — "She's just the vessel. Once the child is born, drain her dry." The baby in my womb wasn't ours. It was his dead lover's soul. I walked into holy fire to burn her out of me. That's when he appeared — a man who said he'd been waiting for me for three hundred years. Three centuries of lies. One blood oath.Time to collect.

For 300 years, he fed me his blood every day. He said it was for the baby. Then I heard him tell his men — "She's just the vessel. Once the child is born, drain her dry." The baby in my womb wasn't ours. It was his dead lover's soul. I walked into holy fire to burn her out of me. That's when he appeared — a man who said he'd been waiting for me for three hundred years. Three centuries of lies. One blood oath.Time to collect.