The castle was thrown into chaos.
Aria’s scream had brought everyone running. Healers rushed into the room with their supplies while servants stood outside, whispering and praying.
Deucalion remained beside Aria. “Stay with me,” he said, holding her hand.
Another wave of pain tore through her. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
She squeezed his hand until her fingers hurt. “I am scared.”
Deucalion leaned closer. “You are strong. Our child will soon be in our arms.”
Aria closed her eyes and held onto his words. Outside the room, Blackridge was already preparing for the celebration. Tables were being covered with white cloth. Food was being prepared. Guests were expected to arrive soon.
Everyone believed this was finally the day. The day Blackridge would receive its heir.
The Luna rushed in
