KAI
Breakfast with the Elvenking? Yeah, it was about as fancy as you’d expect. Gold-rimmed plates, pastries that probably had names I couldn’t pronounce, and a table so long it made me wonder if elves just really liked yelling at each other across meals. But honestly? The only thing I cared about was sitting next to Alexis, watching the sunlight catch in her hair and the soft curve of her stomach—a quiet reminder of the life growing inside her.
Then, of course, Uncle Angelo had to drop a bombshell.
“The dark elves think Elflund is weak,” he said, swirling his wine like he was discussing the weather. “They think Aenderon’s lineage is dying out and that now’s their chance to take over.”
Well, that was dramatic.
“But they’re wrong,” he continued, shooting me a knowing look. “Because they
