"I love you too," Rana said. "So much."
The Queen swooped in, wrapping her arms around both of them.
"This calls for a celebration!" she declared. "A grand feast! Music! Dancing! We must announce it to the kingdom!"
"Mother," Caleb said, his voice amused but gentle. "Maybe we should wait until Iva is feeling better. She's been through a lot."
The Queen waved her hand dismissively.
"Nonsense! This is the happiest day! We will celebrate properly—but gently," she added, glancing at Iva with a tender smile. "You must take care of yourself, dear. You're carrying the future of the kingdom."
Iva laughed through her tears.
"I will," she promised. "I'll take care of myself. And I'll take care of this baby."
The King returned to his seat, his expression thoughtful.
"We must begin preparatio
