The weeks pass like a slow river.
Fae wakes each morning with the sun, placing her hands on her swollen belly and whispering a prayer to the Moon Goddess.
“Keep my son safe. Keep him strong and let him grow healthy. ”
She eats everything Karissa puts in front of her—porridge with honey, eggs from the chickens, and fresh bread still warm from the oven.
She drinks milk and water and herbal tea. She chews on dried meat when her body craves iron.
She does her exercises, too. Small stretches on the floor of her room.
Gentle walks from the window to the door and back again.
Deep breaths fill her lungs and calm her racing heart.
Everything she does, she does for her child.
Karissa was always there.
The maid has become Fae's shadow, her guardian, and her closest friend.
She brings
