Naomi’s POV
Only one can rule.
The words on Eve’s drawing burned into my vision like they’d been carved there.
Seventeen children. One crowned.
And in the center—Miranda.
My daughter.
My hands trembled as I folded the drawing and slipped it into the inside pocket of my robe before I used my tears to damp the paper. I sat beside the bed, staring at both girls—sleeping peacefully. I used my hand to play with their hair and pecked them goodnighy. They were unaware of the war being waged around their very existence.
I brought out my phone to dial Raymond's number because as usual, he was my safe haven.
“Raymond,” I whispered into my phone. “We need to talk. Now please.”
Ten minutes later, we sat in his office. I handed him the drawing. He didn’t speak for a long time.
Then finally h
