(Reina’s POV)
The weight of their stares pressed down on me, thick with accusation, suspicion, and something far worse fear.
My daughter lay in my arms, her small body wrapped in a silk cloth embroidered with ancient protection sigils. She was barely a day old, yet the Elders were already debating whether she deserved to live.
Kyle stood at my side, his stance rigid, his golden eyes locked onto Elder Matthias. He didn’t speak, but the tension in his body made it clear if they dared threaten our child, there would be blood.
"She is not darkness," I said, my voice steady but sharp. "She carries both light and shadow within her. Do you not understand what that means?"
Elder Helena was the first to break the silence. "And what does it mean, my Queen?"
I took a slow breath.
"Balance."
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