Night had fallen over the kingdom.
The palace stood silent beneath the dim moon, its towering walls guarded by patrols of the Royal Guard. Torches burned along the stone corridors, casting long shadows that flickered across the marble floors.
Everything looked peaceful.
But peace in a kingdom preparing for war was always an illusion.
Inside the royal chambers, Ivy stood near the tall window overlooking the courtyard.
The night wind brushed against her hair.
Her hand rested lightly over her stomach.
The baby stirred again.
A soft pulse of warmth spread through her body.
“You’re awake again,” Rowan said from behind her.
He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her carefully.
Ivy smiled faintly.
“So are you.”
Rowan shrugged.
“Kings don’t sleep well when cosmic monst
