The evening air in the royal chambers was heavy with anticipation. Candlelight flickered across the stone walls, casting elongated shadows that seemed to mirror the tension between River and Heiko. River paced slowly, her hands unconsciously brushing over her round stomach, thoughts spinning like a tempest inside her.
“Heiko,” she said finally, her voice soft but urgent, “I need to find it. The amulet. The one my mother’s visions spoke to me about in my vision.”
Heiko stopped pacing, his dark eyes narrowing with concern. He approached her slowly, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. “River… do you believe Queen Victoria is after the same thing?”
River shook her head, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. “I don’t know. I can’t tell. But… I feel that it is related. My instincts, my wolf…
