The night deepened as Aisling stood in her room, staring out at the vast expanse of the estate, its rolling hills and dense woods cast in silver by the moonlight. She had always found solace in the quiet of the night, but now it felt oppressive, as if the darkness held secrets she wasn’t yet ready to uncover. The revelations of the past few days weighed heavily on her, but the uncertainty of what was to come was almost unbearable. The prophecy, the Seer’s words, and the looming threat of Lucien—everything was spiraling out of control.
But there was one thing Aisling knew for sure: she wasn’t going to let anyone take her child from her.
She placed a hand on her stomach, feeling the slight swell beneath her fingertips. The life growing inside her was a part of her now, a bond stronger than
