Amy
Amy gripped the steering wheel tighter than she needed to. The roads leading to the royal hospital were quiet, too quiet for a morning that should have felt celebratory. Kael rode beside her, eyes fixed on the passing buildings, his knee bouncing in restless anticipation.
“What did Cassandra say exactly?” he asked.
“She only sent a quick message. Her contractions started early. She sounded scared.” Amy exhaled slowly. “I should have gone last night.”
Kael turned to her. “You had enough on your plate.”
“Still,” she whispered.
They reached the hospital entrance, and several guards rushed toward them, opening the doors before Amy even stopped the engine. She stepped out quickly, Kael at her side, both moving down the corridor where nurses were already waiting.
“Your Majesty,” the
