It began as an ordinary morning in the palace. The sun streamed through the windows, painting the corridors in warm hues. The usual hum of activity echoed through the halls as guards stood at their posts, servants bustled about, and the kingdom moved along like clockwork.
But everything changed when a sudden scream pierced the air.
Damien looked up from his study, frowning. Elenor, seated across from him, instinctively stood, her eyes wide. Another scream followed, and Damien realized it was coming from Scarlett’s quarters.
“Scarlett’s in labour,” Elenor whispered.
Damien immediately bolted from the room, Elenor close behind him.
The scene outside Scarlett’s chamber was utter chaos. Servants rushed to and fro, the palace doctor barked orders, and Scarlett’s cries of pain resonated thr
