Morning came quietly.
Too quietly.
Lyra had always been a light sleeper since the pregnancy began—every shift in her body, every subtle change, every movement within her had become something she noticed.
But this morning felt… different.
Heavy.
She sat up slowly on the bed, one hand instinctively moving to her stomach. The twins stirred faintly beneath her palm, a soft reassurance that they were there....but her body didn’t respond with the same strength she had grown used to.
A wave of dizziness hit her.
Sharp.
Sudden.
She inhaled slowly, steadying herself.
“I’m fine,” she whispered under her breath, more to convince herself than anything else.
Across the palace, the day had already begun. Council meetings. Guards changing posts. Maidens preparing the chambers.
And Lyra
Lyra
