Morgana´s POV
The flickering glow of the candle casts long shadows across the ceiling of my chamber. The fire stirs with the faint breeze slipping through the tall windows, gilding the dark furniture, reflecting in the ornate mirrors, dancing over the black silk sheets.
I blink.
Something has changed.
I don’t know what it is at first. It’s a whisper deep within my body, a dull pulse that shouldn’t be there. It crawls through my abdomen like a distant echo—warm, heavy, electric. It tightens my muscles, runs down my spine, settles in my bones with absolute certainty.
Then, I understand.
I feel it.
I smile.
I sit up slowly, letting the silk of my nightgown slide over my skin. Without hurry, I slip out of bed, barefoot, the cold marble floor pressing against my feet.
I walk toward the
